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igotanidea · 11 months

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The head boy and the troublemaker: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader Hogwart AU.

Requested : Yes, by my fav @somest1, I really hope you'll like it dear. Had a lot of fun writing that one.

Summary: What happens when two best friend got separated at the sorting ceremony? And when that situation makes one of them turn into school troublemaker? And what if said troublemaker crossed paths with the head boy, who's main objective is to stick with the rules?

***

From the moment she stepped through the Hogwarts gate, her life has turned into a cruel joke.

Starting from the sorting ceremony of course.

“You should really relax, sunshine. It’s just a formality. We both know we are ending in Gryffindor together, right?” her best friend since toddler, Derek Morgan grinned reassuringly

“Right….” She muttered, not being so sure about it. Not anymore. Even though they have been talking about how much fun they were going to have while at school and how much havoc they were going to cause, y/n courage were slowly dissipating.

“Come on, smile a bit! Remember the plan, we are going to be another Weasley twins! Live up to the legend.”

“That is surely an ambitious project you have there, lovelies.” A blonde girl, standing behind two friends chuckled “Oh, hi! I’m Penelope, but you can just call me Pen.”

“Derek Morgan.”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“You know, Weasley twins are not the only legend in Hogwart” Pen continued “How about we make another golden trio? With a bit of gender swap?”

“Do you wish to be modern Potter or Weasley?” Y/N laughed lightly, but before the other girl could respond, one of the professors came forward and started calling names.

“See you on the other side of the hall” Penelope hugged the other girl “Possibly at the Hufflelpuff table”

“Yeah, no chance you’re stealing my best friend from me!” Derek retorted with a chuckle. Oh, those two already found some common ground.

Derek ended up in Gryffindor, obviously and Penelope got her wish come true when the sorting hat called the preferred house name after barely touching her head.

But for Y/N it did not go according to the plan.

“Slytherin!” the tiara called

Wait, what?! Slytherin?!

***

“But professor!” the sorting ceremony has been barely over, but it didn’t stop Morgan from approaching the teacher’s table and causing drama “there’s gotta be a mistake! I mean look at her” he pointed at his confused and embarrassed friend “does my sweet girl look like a Slytherin to you?!”

“She doesn’t” Penelope chimed in.

“Mr Morgan! Miss Garcia! The sorting hat is never wrong and you have quite the audacity to even think differently let alone say it out loud “ Professor Krone (defense against the dark arts, ironically assigned as head of Gryffindor) spoke firmly. “Now. All of you will return to your tables and stop disrupting peace. Do I make myself clear?”

“No…..” Derek started but went quiet the second the professor reached for the wand “All right, shit, fine! But this is just wrong ! She’s not a slytherin!”

“Derek?” Y/N spoke before joining her house table “you’re not gonna leave me alone, are you?”

“Sure, not, sunshine.”

While Derek was hugging his friends both of them missed the watchful gaze of a specific third year focused on both on them.

***

Easier said than done. The “not leaving” part.

It was no secret, than even though the distinction between houses wasn’t as rigid as in the past, Gryffindor and Slytherin were still enemies. And can you imagine what could happen to first-year Slyth hanging out with a Gryff?

Y/N was quickly called a traitor. Too bad for her.

Now, you may think this worked both ways, for Morgan the same as for Y/N.

Yeah, right.

No.

Derek Morgan quickly became the Gryffindor favorite. No surprise with his boyish charm and wit and look. Pretty much everyone loved him and were ready to forgive him everything. And he was also exceptionally good at making friends. In both his house (especially since he found out some common interest with Gryffindor intellectual star, Aaron Hotchner aka Hotch) and some other (since he was still hanging out with Penelope). For some time he was trying his best to meet and hang out with Y/N as well, but as soon as the teasing started (somewhere in the middle of the first year) she practically begged him to cut down on it. Since then they were sneaking out to spend some time together. And it was from ideal.

And only then it showed up, that separated from her friend Y/N was the one to become a rebel, a troublemaker and the fright of the school, especially younger students.

But she knew he limits and always stopped before doing something so stupid it will result in her getting expelled.

***

Somewhere in the middle of third year, she had a first run-in with Hotch, who, being on his fifth became a head boy. Thinking he had some special privileges coming with it.

As usual, she was sneaking out at night to meet with Derek, that part did not change, but soon the third person were to come in the picture.

“Y/N!” Morgan was far from happy to see her, the frown on his face speaking for itself. “What the hell are you thinking?”

“I’m sorry, what’s with the attitude?” she stopped halfway from hugging him, instead crossing her arms over her chest

“How long are you going to get yourself in trouble? It’s been like that for way to long, but this year? I don’t even recognize you anymore! You’re like a…. like a Malfoy!”

“What did you just say to me!?” she took a step forward, punching his chest, her anger surging, the other hand instinctively reaching for her wand and only hurtful gaze of her friend made her stop “Oh my…..” she panted “Derek, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I never meant to….

“I know.”

“You have no idea how hard it is to be hated by pretty much everyone in school and ….”

��I know.”

‘I just had to toughen up.”

“I know.” he assured grabbing her hands and rubbing them gently “but not like this, Y/n. Come on, it’s not you.”

“Do you two realize you should be lying in your own beds and not sneak around after curfew?” unmistakable, deep male voice came from behind and both Y/N and Morgan turned around.

“Hm, how wonderful. Y/n. Did you get a chance to meet our star head boy, Hotch?”

“I don’t really think so.” she muttered, taking her defensive stance again.

“I bet he can let us go easy, after all we are friends. Right, Hotch?”

“You can go, Morgan. I’ll talk to you later, but she stays.”

“I’m sorry, what? what makes you think you can order me around?” Y/N scoffed “you are not even head boy of my house. I don’t have to listen to you.”

“try to be rational about it.”

“Oh, I am more rational than you. cause from my point of view you are out of bed after curfew as well, Hotch.”

“I have a pass”

“You’re lying.” She spat and looked straight into his eyes.

Damn, he was good. His poker face and blunt eyes were showing no emotions at all. He was definitely trying to play with her mind. But she was capable of that too.

“Honestly I have no idea, what you are even doing in Gryffindor. You have no courage in you. Smart, sure, intelligence, maybe, but courage? I don’t think so.”

“Y/n….” Derek just stood nearby watching his two friends banter. Eyes jumping from Y/N to Hotch and back the other way.

“What?” she spat again turning around “don’t tell me you are taking his side now!”

“Will you just calm down? I can make it easy for you or we can go the hard way. What’s your choice?” Hotch said with cold expression.

“Fuck you both!’ she cried this time really putting out her wand “If I’m going down at least I’m gonna do it in style!” and muttering some words under her breath she used the spell that covered the corridor in vines and the other that caused a little explosion.

She ended up in detention, obviously.

But her attitude definitely got Hotch’s attention.

***

The rest of the year were pretty much similar for all three of them. Y/N was causing trouble, Derek got into quidditch team and Hotch, well, he was pretty much studying for OWLs. Spending hell lot of time in the library.

Surprisingly, one time, while being there he run into Y/N, who was just casually reading a book, looking surprisingly peaceful and almost gentle. So different from the pose she was taking on a daily basis. And Hotch was slightly taken aback by the way she was focused on the book, flipping through pages and smiling lightly at some of the funnier part. For the first time he noticed how pretty she was. And then, almost sensing his presence she raised her eyes and laid them on his face. It was almost as she was staring right into his soul. The bright, sincere gaze, showing her true nature apart from the rebel attire.

Damn, he was stuck. For a second.

After that, he noticed that her eyes were slightly wet, her right hand was trembling and she was slightly slouching. All of that being an indication of getting hurt.

“What are you staring at?” with a blink of an eye her calmness was gone.

“You took my studying place.”

“I’m sorry? Your studying place?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I’m not going to leave…..”

“We can share.” He retorted calmly

“What? You want to share your place with me?” she raised an eyebrow and tilted her head in confusion. What kind of game was he playing with her now?

“You seem comfortable here and I can handle it, if you keep quiet. I got OWLs to prepare too.”

“I know. Are those…. Are those really as hard as people say? I tried to learn some spells…. Only to mess around of course, but…. didn’t manage to.“

“what are you even doing here?” Hotch came closer to the table and put all his stuff down, extremely curious what her answer would be

“It’s…. quiet.” She sighed, choosing to be open. “It’s nice to have some time for yourself to think about ... things… And to be alone….”

“Without faking?” he asked

“Faking?! What the hell are you….?”

“I can tell you are not as tough and rough as you pretend to be.”

“You don’t know me!”

“Morgan talks a lot about you. Seems like I do.”

“Fuck, Hotch! You know what, let me give you an advice. First of all, you should blink from time to time, cause your lack of expression freaks people out. And secondly, stay away from me.”

Before the librarian kicked her out for disturbing the peace she rushed out the door leaving Hotch and his books behind. He was almost smiling.

***

Oh, he wanted to stay away from her, but she made it exceptionally hard by still disobeying the rules. And once Hotch got promoted to the main head boy of the school he was coming around her more often than not. Sometimes grassing her up, sometimes not.

But there was no denying that throughout the whole year of tormenting each other, they formed some sort of connection. And even though they tried to keep it on the down low, Morgan noticed glances thrown at each other at the Great Hall, staring while passing each other on the corridor and the fact that Y/N became a bit less troublesome.

And one day he decided to confront her about it. While most of the students used the nice, warm day to hang out by the village green, Y/N took a stroll in the Forbidden Forest. Why not, right? It’s not like it was forbidden for the right reasons.

“Y/N! Wait!” he yelled seeing his friend disappear behind the trees

“What now?” she rolled her eyes in fake annoyance.

“Come on, stop with the pose. I know you missed me.” He grinned, his charm only growing stronger during the years “who wouldn’t?”

“I hate you.” she laughed and it was a sound he hasn’t heard for a while “but I’ll let you join me since you seem to want my company so desperately.”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah? What is it?” she took off, walking the forest, watching her every step carefully.

“Are you in love with Hotch?” Morgan blurt and the only response he got was a scream. Apparently Y/N was so surprised by his question that she slipped and hurt her leg

“Dammit Morgan!”

“I’m sorry! Can you stand up?” he slightly panicked

“What do you think you idiot?! I’m bleeding! Because of you and your … your …. stupid ideas!”

“Stop yelling! Someone will catch us here!”

“Oh, you are so going down with me, Morgan. It’s all your fault.”

“What is going on here?”

“Great” Morgan threw his hands in the air in exasperation “exactly what we needed. The gamekeeper finding us in the Forbidden Forest. If I get expelled because of you Y/N…..”

***

They did not.

Morgan was put in detention, for the first time in his life and Y/N ended up in hospital wing, bedridden with a twisted ankle. Once again, being the talk of the school.

And maybe those rumors were something that made Hotch visit her.

“Y/n. Heard what happened.” He walked through the door and sat on the edge of her bed.

“Yeah, the whole school did.” She muttered, switching sides so she wouldn’t have to face him. Morgan was right, she might have fallen for him and she did not like it. Unreciprocated feelings were probably the worst. “You saw it with your own eyes, you can go now.”

“ I’m not leaving.”

“Why not?” she mumbled closing her eyes, her back still to him. Honestly, she was worried that this would be the first time his face would actually show feelings. Pity, reproach, hatred “you are not supposed to be here.”

“Where else would I be?”

“I don’t know. Anywhere? Just not… not with me…..”

“Y/N.” he spoke calmly “turn around and look at me.” Shit, it was impossible not to obey him when he was using that deep voice.

“What?!” she spat, single tear falling from her eye.

“I …. Care. About you.”

“Why? Why would you care? I’m the troublemaker! You are a head boy. It’s not…. It’s not right! I don’t know how and why I am still at Hogwart, I should have been expelled at first year. And you… you are going to work for the ministry one day and….”

“do you have any idea how many times Morgan and me got you out of trouble?”

“What….?” her voice broke a little “Why?”

“Maybe cause we…cause I… see more to you. I know what you have been through at Slytherin just because you got friends in other houses.” Hotch grabbed her hand and rubbed it gently, testing the waters for both her and himself. He was not used to feeling so many things for one person.

“I don’t need you to protect me!”

“I know.” he smirked. Aaron Hotchner smirked. “But I want to. And I want you to let me.”

“Let you what?” due to some crazy instinct she moved slightly towards him

“Let me care about you. Let me …. Love you.”

“No.” she shook her head “Please don’t say it, Hotch. Please don’t say it.”

“I feel in love with you.” he finally confessed. What he didn’t expect was that she would break into tears immediately, babbling absolutely incoherently.

“No….” she almost choked on her own words “No, you can’t. I can’t….. This is not right.” Her whole body was no shaking and it was a heartbreaking view.

“Then tell me to go away and stay away from you.” his eyes fixed on her face and it was impossible to keep an eye contact with him “just like you did in the library. Tell me you don’t feel the same way and I’ll leave you alone and won’t bother you anymore.”

“I can’t” she shook her head and sobbed even more “I can’t, cause I fell for you too…..”

Before she could break completely, two strong arms wrapped around her, hugging her tightly.

“Hotch….” She sobbed into his chest

“It’s all right.” He cooed, rubbing her back “you’re not alone. You never were. I’m with you. You don’t have to pretend anymore.”

“I don’t…. I don’t know if I can go back to who I was….. I….” she hiccupped and he hugged her tighter in an attempt to reassure her “I don’t know if the girl you see in me is still there.”

“She is. And we are getting her out, all right?” he whispered “I’ll take care of you. Just like I did for the past three years. Just not from the shadows.”

“Don’t let go of me….” She begged snuggling into him.

“Never.” he promised

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horizon-verizon · 1 day

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The fact that Alicent’s stans deluded themselves into thinking that she’s the reason Rhaenyra wasn’t beset by assassins in episode 9 and did something because she raised her voice to someone but the moment her father talked to Lord Westerling she remained in silence, it was his refusal that saved Rhaenyra, not Alicent.

And sending terms for Rhaenyra to deliver her toddler sons to live under Aegon II’s sadistic will as hostages is hardly defending Rhaenyra or doing any good to her, that’s fucking miserable, it’s insane how y’all believe that those terms were good, it’s awful on the show and on the book.

I get it now Alicent spent 10 years harassing and tormenting Rhaenyra and her underage children, openly saying she wanted her father there to take her side even tho she knew her wishes meant exile or even death to Rhaenyra because she was trying to influence the inevitable and protect Rhaenyra, true love 😍

Delusion--sometimes they are fun, harmless birds caressing us into safety, other times it's a steel band slowly starving us of or own intellect.

What really irks me are the damn terms being mischaracterized as harmless stipulations as if the greens (Alicent & Otto) are far more likely to be uncharitable to Rhaenyra's children than the reverse.

[Regardless of truebornness or illegitimacy, bc w/their regard for those not-illegitimate kids when they did live at the keep, they already showed they don't care all that much for how young and vulnerable and worthy of protection a child is; Daemon is more or less under rhaenyra's thumb and no I do not care about the choking scene bc no it is NOT even consistent with DaemonxRhaenyra--if they wanted to establish Daemon was abusive towards her, they should have shown scenes of him intimidating her or something in episodes 7-8! so I do not even think of this scene as HotD "canon" and you cannot convince me otherwise! just as I do not think Criston is Dornish in the show no matter what Alicent said or what he looked like--esp since if he was Dornish, it's far more likely he'd still look pale bc the northernest Dornish--the "stony" Dornish as Daeron I later calls them--are paler people who look your "typical" Westerosi..the Martells' looks are not ubiquitous in Dorne! Write better, and then I'll perhaps respect your storytelling.]

And while there are some sweet and rational rhaenicent shippers out there, the ship simply never made sense in the way that it was written in the show. Their development as close friends was never shown, and for how different they are, it needed to be shown! Especially with:

how Alicent really didn't seem to understand Rhaenyra as a person for her to act as she does in the Sept episode and attempting to reinforce "girls don't involve themselves with the politics of men" despite Rhaenyra being the freaking heir // while this is happening, Alicent visiting the king, with there being no sign of even hesitance , guilt, or desire to tell Rhaenyra about it--similar to how Criston should have known Rhaenyra would never leave with him and abandon her family or "duty" or the prospect of becoming the first queen of Westeros after years of everyone's doubt (2)

how she uses her queenly-stepmotherly authority over her (3)

how she continues this in her approach to her in that "queenly" way, accusing Rhaenyra PLUS the implication of her disapproving of her actions despite having to have known how Rhaenyra has felt Viserys has shunted her for most of her life....(4)

From the beginning, alicent has been too much of a ruler-follower to appeal to rhaenyra AND she has thought that for rhaenyra to be happy or at least content with her life, she must also conform to the obedient social rules of feminine conduct--ignoring any presence of inner conflict Rhaenyra has had or pondering over it.

#asoiaf asks to me #alicent hightower #alicent's characterization #hotd characterization #alicent stans #fandom critical #hotd fandom #hotd episode 10 #hotd episode 9 #rhaenicent #hotd critical #otto hightower

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popculturebuffet · 3 months

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Monthly Muppet Madness: Sesame Street Luis and Maria Valentine's Day Special (Comission for Emma Fici)

Happy valentine's day all you happy people and welcome back to monthly muppet madness. All the muppets you can handle once a month. And for this special day of love and chocolate we're going down to sesame street to look at the love story and wedding of Luis and Maria.

Now this one was a bit of a challenge for two reasons: the first is that my Seasame Street knowledge is limited: i know the 2010's decently enough as I watched a ton of it when my niece and nephew were toddlers, and I reviewed Follow that Bird last year, which was exellent.. but I really don't know who most of the cast are as characters outside of the major muppets and even some of those escape me as many have been phased out over the years. I mean why they don't use the two headed monster ine verything is beyond me, he's a two headed monster> that's awesome.

Thankfully the muppet wiki is super expansive so if like me you didn't know these characters going into this article yoru great. If you did, well... go get some juice or a pop while I fill in the blanks.

Luis and Maria were both introduced in season 3 of Seasame street and lasted all the way to 2015. Luis was introduced as the owner of the local fixit shop, a kind man who fixed bikes, toasters what have you. He also fixed them for Snuffy before knowing he was real. They were dropped off and picked up by... oh let's say moe. He's notable for playing the longest lasting mexican american roll on a television series and Seasame Street celebrated his heritage frequently. Sesame Street did not fuck around and I appricate that. Maria was introduced as a local teen who worked at the library, aging in real time and quickly becoming a young adult. She soon started working with Luis at the fixit shop, getting hired by simply pitching in when he was too busy to actually listen to her ask for a job and being hired on the spot as it helped with his work load. She later asked for a raise... only to not only get THAT but be promoted to partner.

So the two already had a working relationship and friendship when Sonia Manzano, Maria's Actress, got pregnant. Rather than dance around it Seasame Street decided to integrate the story, but since it was the 80's by the time of this pregnancy, they also needed Maria to get married first because GASP apparently kids couldn't handle the idea of a single parent. Or a multiracial couple as her previous love intrest David, was also ruled out though the why is a bit murky: One documentary said his actor was leaving anyway , another said he was devistated. I wouldn't rule out an 80's tv show avoiding an interracial marriage to avoid scandal.. but I also think Seasame Street was progressive enough to try it anyway, so i'm inclined to belivie the actor simply wasn't avaliable, especailly since the idea was pitched by Carol Spinney's wife Debra and passed on to Caroll himself. Given the two characters were already close as friends, buisness partners and on good terms, having them do the relationship upgrade makes some sense: while friends to lovers CAN be really tricky, here it just feels wholesome: like two people who were simply friends for a long time, caught feelings eventually and fell in love.

So today we'll be covering the two realizing their in love and thent heir wedding day. I wish I had something for the middle but Sesame Street.. is hard to track down these days. Most of it WAS on max.. but Max being max, a lot of it was removed and digtially most of seasame street is best of compliations and what not. There really isn't a consitent, episode by episode archive for the show that I found. So I found two complitions on youtube covering parts of this storyline. I am sorry that I coudln't find a more in depth one covering the whole thing up to the wedding, and would be glad to cover more of their story in the future. For now though let's tell the timeless tale of man and woman brought together by two 5 year olds asking difficult questions.

Part 1: In Love So the Luis and Maria story has a LOT of parts to it, and like I said I could only find so much on youtube. I tried archive of our own too, no luck. So before this the two started growing from friends to something more after tending to a baby bird... and not the normal one they tend to what lives in the back of their store.

The building feelings pay off here.. but first what most people come to seasame street for: two five year olds arguing: while playing Cowboys, Big Bird wants to go Eha Eha, and Snuffy wants to go Eha Eha Eha. Somehow it's far from the most gripping cowboy dillema i've seen

Gordon easily solves the issue and the two get their eha's on when they notice Maria and Luis holding hands. We don't see it because they only have a set for that part of sesame street, but it leaves the boys confused and they decide to go ask the adults up front.

Luis and Maria.. have no adquate explination for why they were holding hands and i'ts hilarous, mostly beause it feels so REAL. Kids will oftne ask questions that end up super awkward simply because they don't know any better. The two REALLY don't know how to answer this, saying adults do it because they like each other not because they need to, but not sure how they feel about each other. Until an idea hits

But since it would they instead realize their in love and go to tell each other and we get a really sweet well done shot as we look in on the fixit store through it's window as the two confess. it's some really well done acting and really cute.. then they shut the curtain so all of sesame street dosen't see their live sex celebration.

That night Big BIrd asks when their getting married which panics the two especially since you know THEY JUST STARTED DATING. Again it works because it's a harmless kid thing and Big Bird is just a giant toddler. But he bets they will

And he's right though there's according to the wiki a whole ass arc where everyone in sesame street is pressuring the two to get married. I mean Delgado's pregnancy is part of why they speed it up and as a show for younger kids they don't have to really get into emotional complexity... buuuuut it dosen't make it any less hilarous that all the muppets are wondering when this couple's going to get hitched already depsite being none of thier buisness.

Eventually Luis proposes, we get some planning and now it's time for the wedding.

Part 2: It's Your Wedding Day

So we get to the wedding, as everyone prepares: Maria's been so nervous she can't sleep while Luiz

Maria talks to linda, her bestie and just the best. Linda is kinda sorta dating bob, the og sesame street human and local teacher, the two even getting a mental duet about possibly getting maried and Linda catching the boquet. Both of these things go nowhere but given the two never married anyone else, I like to think they just had a quiet wedding officiated by kermit off screen.

Anyways everyone prepares for the wedding day with a big fucking musical number, as you should, and then has the wedding to one as the soon to be weds panic internally, the various adults and their relatives sing about how in love they are , and Oscar hopes fo ra fight because of course he does. Also elmo looks like Oscar slipped him about 80 ounces of cocaine because he is TRIPPING BALLS the entire cermony while panicking about dropping the rings.

Hey kids, just a life lesson if the garbage monster on your street offers you cocaine to help you relax before a wedding, don't take it. he's probably just wnatin ga laugh at your expense. Also just.. don't give 5 year olds cocaine. That's not a good thing to do. And don't shake them.. unless your Larry david then that sorta thing is just expected of you and you'll be dealt with later.

This message has been brought to you by popculturebuffet and the two penguins on my desk.

The wedding ends up working an dis beautiful. Also oscar the grouch somehow got a plus one, his girlfriend grungetta who i'm somehow just finding out exists. Oscar was getting it on the reg and not ONE of you fuckers thought it was a good idea to tell me. Good for him. A reception is held and everyone is happy... well almost everyone.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

#seasame street #valentine's day #luis rodriguez #maria rodriguez #wedding #muppets #monthly muppets

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dragongutsixofficial · 1 year

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You mentioned that you tend to work through a Nobody Dies lens. Does that apply to Dimitri, and what is his relationship with the Hresvelg siblings?

Thanks for the ask !! ^^ It took quite some time for me to make up my mind about this specific thing and yes, that lens does apply to Dimitri. There's a few reasons to this decision, which I need to recontextualize a bit in regards to the Hresvelg siblings:

I'll start by this: Aline and Adel do not consider Dimitri as their sibling at all. This isn't due to the fact that they are not related by blood (they both have different mothers than Patricia), but rather because they have basically never met before the Academy nor developed a meaningful relationship during their time there. Both of them always had in mind that they would end up betraying and declaring war on everyone in Garreg Mach, and that Dimitri would end up being one of their fiercest enemies as King. Moreover, Adel has never liked him because they are both faced with very similar mental health issues and he has some internalized trauma that he doesn't like to see reflected in someone else. As such, if it had only been for the two of them and Edelgard, Dimitri's death, although incredibly sad and unfortunate, could have been a logical conclusion to his arc in Crimson Flower.

The real issue here is Loki. For some context (although I just linked his character sheet), he is Patricia and Lambert's kid and since their couple was already Going To Shit™ by the time he was a toddler, he mostly stuck to his older brother's side. However, during the events of the tragedy of Duscur, during which he travelled with his mother, TWSTID decided to abduct him rather than kill him, and raise him to be a puppet with a legitimate claim to rule Fodlan in case Edelgard ever decided to rebel against them. And although he got brainwashed by his uncle Thales/Arundel, he never forgot about Dimitri and deeply wished to reunite with him; this also means that when he first got to meet with and learn about the existence of the rest of the Hresvelg siblings thanks to Kronya (I'll go over this in a later post) as a young teenager, his whole world was completely shattered. Long story short, that led him to join the Hresvelg siblings and get to be part of a family again. However, Loki never once forgets about Dimitri, on the contrary: realizing that Edelgard and him are on their merry way to fight each other to the death only amplifies his wish to see him again after all those years and convince him to make peace with her, because he just wants to have his whole family back and alive. As such, seeing any of his siblings die would absolutely destroy him.

That means that Dimitri could survive in Crimson Flower. and if he doesn't Loki might never recover. But then, how so ?

Sadly, it is in my own opinion unlikely that Edelgard and Dimitri could ever see eye-to-eye and become allies, even with Loki as a middle ground. Especially since Loki doesn't care for the Kingdom per see and feels a lot closer to his Agarthan culture of adoption and his focus is on bringing TWSTID down. Any attempt at discussion would just end up being a repeat of their Azure Moon talk at best, because their world visions are just too different.

This entails that any of Loki's attempts at convincing Dimitri to make peace with his sister would be unfruitful. First, because Dimitri would've thought Loki had died a long time ago, and finding out his little brother is alive would be a pretty big blow: but you know what would be an even bigger blow ? Finding out that he was raised by and thus, helped TWSTID, the same people who are responsible for the genocide of Duscur and their parents' death. And that he is still technically helping them by standing at Edelgard's side, the very person who betrayed all of them. The only way they could rebuild a stronger relationship would be if Loki decided to join his side, something that he is unwilling to do since A) he has three siblings on the imperial side and B) all four of them are planning to take down TWSTID. Unfortunately, this means that all of Loki and Dimitri's interactions post-timeskip end up in disaster- although none of them ever physically hurts the other in battle. This depresses Loki quite a bit, and enrages Adel, but he eventually accepts that he cannot take responsibility for his older siblings' actions and settles on one goal: keeping them from beating each other to death.

However, Loki brings something new to the table regarding Edelgard and Dimitri's relationships: memories. At his contact, El makes the connection and remembers the time she spent in Faerghus with the prince, which does make her take a step back. Although that is definitely not enough to make her negociate, it is to make her consider sparing him in battle- a bit like how in-game, Claude can be spared. Her unwillingness to back down from her ideals, though, makes it absolutely necessary that Dimitri is removed from any position of authority, else he could always rally support against the Empire. The Kingdom of Faerghus as a geopolitical entity may survive, but the Blaiddyd monarchy needs to go.

So... Where does that lead us ? To a rather bleak solution which is far from perfect, but has to make-do in their complicated circumstances where both sides can't meet in the middle. Edelgard agrees to spare Dimitri in the battle of Tailtean, and lets him go- letting Loki take the lead on this one. This means that Loki has to accept that he might never see him again, and that he might never forgive him. This can turn one of two ways:

I do believe that if Dedue survives and hasn't turned into a demonic beast yet, he can convince Dimitri to go without pulling a stunt similar to the one Edelgard pulls with the dagger in Azure Moon in a last desperate attempt to kill the Empress, because he still has him to cling to.

Otherwise, Dimitri truly loses everything and everyone: in which case convincing him to seize the opportunity to stay alive would be pointless. In that eventuality, Loki forces his hand and just teleports him out- making it impossible for him to make it back to the battlefield before all is lost. Which... is an even bleaker alternative.

In any case, that means that the Hresvelg siblings and Dimitri have to cut contact, at least for a good number of years. Maybe someday, when Fodlan (and especially Faerghus) is rebuilt, they might get in contact again- once both Loki and him can have some time to heal. Maybe slowly rebuild a semblance of a relationship, who knows ?

... Well damn. That was a BUMMER and incredibly angsty. Sadly, not all things can have the best ending for everyone involved. =(

=D Thankfully, Claude and Edelgard's relationship would be a lot better- no fucking thanks to Aline !

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T H A T S O M E T H I N G

CHAPTER 3

summary: Pogues aren’t supposed to mack on other pogues, and if you were to actually listen to that stupid rule, that would leave tourons who left after a week, or your sworn enemies. But what happens when you catch a kooks eye? You know the stigma around Rafe Cameron, you’ve heard all the rumors, and he’s one of the last people you would ever want to be associated with. And you thought the feeling was mutual.

wc: 3k

warning: none. maybe language

a/n: i didn’t proof read and i honestly, just wanted to get this out while the muse was still high. i hope you all enjoy it. also, i had gotten rid of the taglist for this series bc... after a year i assume those people dont want to be tagged. as always, feedback is always appreciated and encouraged.

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__________________________________________ Summer in the Outer Banks was like a never ending party. At least, that’s what you thought before you were old enough to work. It was just hanging out in the water, in the sand, or riding bikes until the early hours of the morning. Now that you were working, you were trying to force yourself awake past 11pm. You and Kie were usually forced off the chateau couches by the boys and dragged to The Boneyard, and tonight was no exception.

“JJ, get your hands off of me, I’m trying to sleep!” You huffed, eyes still shut as he pulled you up off of the couch.

“No way, there’s a party tonight and we’re all going to be there.”

“Pope, if you don’t get your hands off of me, I’ll break both your wrists.” Kie barked. The two of you slowly opened your eyes, glaring at the two boys who held you against your will. How did you get so old, so fast?

Looking to the girl across the room, you sighed, mumbling a small fine as you watched her also give in. You knew you were going to have to, anyway. You would be dragged to the party in your sweats if you didn’t agree- at least this way, you could look a little decent.

The smug smile didn’t leave JJ or Pope’s lips, the way you had both given in so easily. You Kie stomped off to the spare room- the room that JJ had claimed as his own on the nights that he was too drunk, high or upset to go back to his own home. While the blond may have claimed the bed for nights on end, the one thing he didn’t claim was the dresser, or at least not fully.

“Gonna wear cashmere for your boyfriend?” JJ teased, brow raising as he leaned against the door frame. Kiara and yourself were busy rummaging through the clothing you had both shoved into the wooden draws, your eyes rolling at his comment. When were they going to drop this stupid joke? It had long lost its humor in your mind, though it was never very funny to begin with.

It was wishful thinking to think that your friends wouldn’t continue to tease you at the party. Despite only looking at Rafe once, your friends taunted and teased about how you two were giving each other ‘bedroom eyes’. If you were being honest, you wanted to rip your hair out at this point. You felt like the only two options you had were to never be in the same vicinity as Rafe Cameron again, or you had to fuck him, or even worse, date him. None of the options seemed great, because you both loved to party and the thought of being naked in the same room as Rafe made your skin crawl.

Maybe they’ll drop it if you stop reacting to it, you thought. The same way to teach a toddler not to do something. Your friends were pretty similar to toddlers now that you really thought about it.

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Floorset day.

It was the worst day, right ahead of shipment day. Having to unpack all of the new clothes, unwrap them, put them in size order and backstock was a nightmare. But you would rather do that than completely rearrange the store and dress mannequins.

You were fighting with a mannequin arm to try and put it back in its socket, you had already been whacked in the head, nearly tackled by a plastic person, and now you were standing with an arm between your legs, trying to shove the other one on. Letting out a huff as you continued to struggle, you heard the ding of the door. Of course someone had to come in right now. It’s always how it happened. Always when you were on the ladder changing a light bulb, or fighting with the mannequins- they couldn’t just wait ten more minutes to buy some overpriced clothes. Pulling the mannequin arm out of the polo shirt, you placed it on the table, turning to look at the door and who had just come in.

“Hi! Welcome in! I apologize for the-” You stopped, eyes glancing over Rafe who was looking right at you. Pulling your hair that had clung to your lipgloss, you stumbled over your words. “Uh- apologize for the mess. We just got in some new items.” Taking a deep breath, you smiled. “Let me know if I can help you with anything.”

He was alone, and if it wasn’t for his behavior, you would have written it off, and turned your attention back to the mannequin, back to the ipad with how the floor needed to be set up. And despite your best efforts to pull yourself from the thoughts of Rafe Cameron that consumed and confused your mind, you couldn’t help but watch as he moved around the store. An internal fight broke out inside of you, wanting to just let the kook do whatever it is he came here for. He had already picked up his items- he came in empty handed so he wasn’t returning anything. Hell, you had told him to let you know if there was anything you could help him with, so why were you still watching?

You hadn’t seen him in a few days, your last interaction, if you could even call it that, was at the party a few days ago. No texts, not that you really expected any- it wasn’t like you had previously texted him on a regular basis.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to walk in on you manhandling your boyfriend.” He smiled. And you swore your heartbeat picked up. What the hell was going on with you? Distance makes the heart grow fonder or whatever bullshit Shakespear would have said? Your life was not some cheesy romance movie.

“It’s okay, I prefer when I have an audience. I think it teaches him more of a lesson.” His lips pulled further into a grin, looking down at your joke back. He paused by the rack of new items you had gotten in the day prior, eyes flickering to you as if silently asking if he was allowed to look through the racks. “Wait, actually there’s something we got in and I thought of you when I opened it.” You pulled the mannequin arm from between your legs, heels clicking as you stepped closer to him.

“You thought of me?” His brows raised and you felt a heat take over your face. You did what you did best and ignored his question, eyes trailing down the rack as your finger lightly ghosted each piece of clothing until you pulled the sweater out.

“So this is similar to that shirt you got before, but the fabric is a little thicker for when it gets colder. This color is a good transition color for going into fall, but-” You pause, pulling out another color. “This one is going to let you transition from fall into winter with the deeper tone. Not to mention you can put a button up underneath it to dress it up and also give you another layer. The style is also going to last you a while since it’s a staple piece, and if you like the color enough, it doesn’t matter what colors are in, you know?” You could feel his eyes on you instead of the sweaters you had pulled out, but once your sales side came out, there was no shoving her away. This is what you were good at, it was how you made bigger commission checks. “I noticed you wear more bright colors when you’re out during the day, assuming the country club? And then you wear darker when you’re with friends or at a party. And don’t flatter yourself with me saying I take note of these things, I like clothes. Anyway, you’re obviously not going to wear this sweater out with your friends or to the yard, it’s cashmere and wool- you would be sweating but I don’t know if you’re really going for pink sweater vibes either.” You grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards the second rack. “I think this striped one is literally so nice. The navy and white stripes but not all the way up? It’s nautical but also just yells fall, paired with some brown pants-” You stopped yourself, almost embarrassed with how much you had rambled.

You watched as Rafe’s blue eyes scanned the clothing you had tossed his way, along with the newest sweater you had brought his attention to.

“New shoes I bought have navy on ‘em, right?” His brows furrowed, turning his attention to you. Your face perked up a bit.

“They do, and if you have the plain white, which everyone on The Eight does,” you paused, pulling at the original sweater you had shown him. “This would go, obviously because they’re white. They go with everything.”

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You weren’t entirely sure how it happened, but Rafe was now helping you shove the arm onto the mannequin. He had bought almost all of your recommendations, despite the brown pants you reassured would be a good choice. He had nearly laughed in your face, but said he would be back if needed. Aka, he would be back when he realized you were right.

“So you’re the only one here today?” The brunet asked, a popping sound happening from the mannequin before he slowly released the arm, it staying in place on the torso. You nodded, arms up, ready to catch the arm should it fall.

“Yeah, they trust me to run the store?” You laughed, shaking your head as the concept still baffled you. Lowering your arms, you smoothed out your blouse, running your fingers through your hair as you looked around the store. It wasn’t perfect, but it was getting near the end of the day and the last thing you wanted to do was start another project and stay later than you needed to. “I’m not supposed to be the only one working since I lock up and could obviously take something, but I think my boss knows I need the money and I would be dumb to steal and lose my job.”

He nodded, taking a seat on the arm of a chair. Looking lost in thought, your own mind began to wander. The hour or so you had just spent with Rafe was actually… nice. Throwing different clothes his way, laughing as he huffed in the fitting room, mumbling a few “absolutely not’s” and rolling his eyes as he came out in a few of the ‘older’ styles, as you called them. He had even convinced you to try on a few outfits, and you couldn’t help but laugh at one of the combos he had chosen. You both laughed until your stomachs hurt.

It was almost domestic in a way, like the two of you had been friends for years. If you were being honest, the past drama, or whatever it had been was nowhere near on your mind. The way your friends teased you, the way Rafe stomping up to you on the beach made you feel - the only thing you felt was happiness. You never expected to find yourself laughing with Rafe Cameron, never expected to have anywhere near a good time with him.

And now you found yourself locking up the shop, Rafe waiting for you outside as you set the alarm code and locking the back door. Your heels clicked along the cement, and with the fresh air hitting you, that’s when what you were doing really hit you. You were going to be seen out in public with a kook. Not just any kook, but Rafe Cameron. He seemed sure of it, had rattled off the two of you going to Duke’s a small restaurant that you had heard had amazing food, not that you could ever convince any of your friends to go. You accepted without much of a second thought.

But the second thought was hitting now.

“Did you want to put your things in your car?” Hands fumbling to put your keys in your purse and grip onto your sunglasses. He nodded as you slid your sunglasses on, he followed your motions, take his own off his head and covering his eyes with the shades. Following him to his car, you slid your phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’. While a small bit of worry was coursing through your veins at the thought of getting dinner with Rafe, the last thing you needed was your friends bothering you- or figuring out where you were and making fun of you for actually giving him the time of day.

“You look nice today, you know.” Rafe’s voice was casual as he tossed the large bags into the backseat of his Range Rover. 2020 you assumed, maybe 2019, but there was no way it was any older than four years old. Despite the people you imagined getting in and out of it, it still faintly smelt like new car. You wondered how he kept the smell lingering around for so long. “You looked nice the other day, too. But I don’t know if cashmere is really something you should be wearing in the summer. You’ll sweat.” Oh, so he wanted to tease you now about what you had said to him earlier? Eyes rolling at his comment, you couldn’t help the corner of your lips pulling into a bit of a smile.

“It’s August, Cameron. It’s basically fall, and it was feather cashmere, anyway.” Your hand waved him off, a light giggle escaping your lips. “But thank you. I’m usually fighting the mannequin in a skirt or dress, but I learned this time.”

“You mean to tell me that Paul puts up a fight every time?” Of course he remembered you telling him how you had named all the mannequins, because why wouldn’t he? How could he possibly make himself anymore desirable in the moment? He couldn’t- you were sure of it.

It pained you, if you were being honest. The way he effortlessly made you laugh, and the way you were able to tease each other, firing back at one another. It reminded you of your nights with the pogues, though the sexual comments were yet to be found. He was actually respectful, which surprised you. Was it because he was alone? Why was he alone? Were you just some last resort when all of his friends were busy? You couldn’t think of that right now, no matter the reason, you had already spent time with him, you had already had a good time. You had already agreed to dinner.

The bet ran through your mind. Was this his way of making money? A second shot at getting you out?

You couldn’t think of that right now. In fact, you didn’t want to. You wanted to continue to have the good time you were having, it was different, but it was nice.

Dinner had taken longer than you had expected- but it wasn’t in a bad way. You had actually learned a lot about Rafe, which was something you never thought you would say. That he’s a lefty golfer, which was a bit weird since he was a righty. He was going to take a gap year and already had a few opportunities for college lined up for himself- not to mention he was taking a few courses in the meantime. You learned that despite living in Kildare his entire life, he didn’t have his boating license, and he was allergic to strawberries.

Your cheeks hurt from how long you had been smiling. When was the last time you had smiled that much? You couldn’t exactly pinpoint it, not that it really mattered.

He smacked away your card as you attempted to tell the waitress to split the bill, a huff escaping your lips as you glared towards him. “I could have paid, you know. At least half.”

“Could have, but aren’t going to.” He said simply, flashing you a toothy grin.

“Well, I’ll leave the tip then.”

“Or, you could let me handle it.”

“Is this for some stupid bet?” You finally blurted out, surprised by the words that rolled off your tongue. There it was, that sly smirk again. You were right, weren’t you. What was the bet now? If you had gone out with him Topper would repay him for the dinner and give him extra cash?

“Bet’s over.” His words held the same simplicity they had prior and now you thought about what you were missing.

“Over now that I had dinner with you?”

“No, it was over when you rejected me the other week.” So he actually asked you to have dinner with him because he wanted to. He scribbled on the receipt the waitress brought back, giving her a smile as he thanked her, which you echoed. Rafe brought his attention back to you, raising a brow. “Ready?”

You walked a little closer to him on your way back towards the shop, hands brushing up against one another here and there- though you didn’t dare take his hand in yours, no matter the urges that ran through your brain.

Rafe walked you all the way to your car, and a part of you wondered if he had this idea of you being a kook, just because of the clothes you wore- knowing damn well that when he saw your car, the facade would be smashed, and maybe he would be brought to his senses.

“Thank you for dinner, really.” You smiled up to him, pushing your hair behind your ear. “I had a great night, which is kind of-” Stopping yourself, you wanted to be cautious as to how you proceeded.

“Weird? Surprising?” He finished for you, both of you laughing at the word choice.

“I also didn’t hate dressing you in the grandpa sweater.” His hand reached up, shoving your shoulder lightly, you knew how much he hated the grandpa sweater, thinking back to how he jokingly asked you if you had any baby powder to give the full look.

“I wouldn’t hate seeing you again..” His eyes wandered your face, you could only assume he was looking for any hint of what you were thinking on your face. But you worked in retail, you didn’t wear your facial expressions for everyone to see.

And that was when it happened.

Rafe Cameron’s lips were inching closer to yours. The same lips that sipped a glass of red wine at dinner. The lips that had nervously been licked by his tongue time after time during the hours you had spent together. Hours. With Rafe Cameron. The lips that would never taste a strawberry were against your own, and it only took a moment for you to kiss him back.

Not because you felt like you had to, but because you wanted to. There wasn’t even a slight amount of doubt in your mind, which was probably the most confusing part of it all.

It wasn’t like you hated him, you hated the front he put on in front of his friends. You hated the way he treated your friends sometimes.

But you didn’t hate the way he had made you feel for the better half of your day. You didn’t hate the way his hand lightly caressed your face, or the way his other hand was gently placed on your waist. You didn’t hate the way his lips felt against yours.

Finally pulling away, you smiled, nodding. “I wouldn’t hate seeing you again, either.”

He pecked your lips one more time before telling you to get home safe, tapping the top of your car and turning the direction of his own.

It looked like avoiding Rafe Cameron was now out of the equation.

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Zoom meetings with the kids w/ Kuroo, Akaashi and Sakusa

Request: I have been stuck inside the house with my three year old brother for the last three weeks and he keeps coming inside my room and entering the zoom call with me. So that had me thinking. How would our favorite Haikyuu dads Kuroo, Akaashi, maybe Kenma or Sakusa react to their toddlers coming into their room and joining their meeting. - anonymous.

Awww I love haikyuu dads!!!! I have begun making the smau and I’m already like 3 chapters in but I won’t start posting until I’ve finished it or I’m about to finish it. I wanna be sure that I’ll have a trustworthy upload schedule lmao bc my midterms are coming up next week and I’m dying. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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Kuroo Tetsuro

-He was in a meeting with the firm for the past three hours.

-He was absolutely exhausted and the only thing he wanted was to take a nap with his two year old daughter.

-You were still at the hospital, your shift finishing in about two hours so he was basically alone.

-Your daughter was playing with her toys in his office, being as quiet as she could but exhaustion started to win her over little by little.

-Yawn after yawn left her lips but since the sound was so small and barely above a whisper, Kuroo hadn’t realized that his little princess was tired.

-Standing up with wobbly legs she grabbed her cat blankie and rubbed her eyes as she slowly made her way to her father.

-With one arm hugging her blankie and the other wrapping around Kuroo’s leg, she rested her head on his leg and slowly sank down to the floor, not tugging at his pyjama leg as he expected.

-Looking down at her he didn’t think twice before bending over and bringing her into his lap.

-She let out a small sigh before she clutched his shirt in her small fists and was off to dreamland in record time.

- “Kuroo-san what do you think?”

- “Sorry my daughter distracted me.”

-And with that he went back to his meeting.

-Throughout the rest of the meeting Kuroo rested a hand on her back, cupping her little head lightly rubbing soothing circles on her skull, staring down at her every now and then a smile adorning his features every time he saw her nuzzling into his chest.

-She was a female version of him now that he thinks of it.

-She had his crazy raven hair and stunning amber eyes while her face structure reminded him of both you and him.

-Her personality though was all you.

-He knew she was very young but she reminded him of you when you two first met more and more each day.

-Right at that moment she let out a small yawn again, her eyes opening slightly as she repositioned herself on his lap and went back to sleep.

-He couldn’t love her more, at least that’s what he believed.

-Each day she proved him wrong.

-Saying goodbye to his coworkers he shut off his computer and went to the living room couch, laying down with his little girl in his arms.

-Giving her one last kiss he fell asleep, a smile still present on his features.

Akaashi Keiji

- “The author said that those new chapters need to be edited by the end of the month. He will send you the rest when you are done with these.”

-His eyes were bloodshot from the endless hours he had been staring at his screen.

-Rubbing his eyes he answered every single question that was thrown at him, wishing that this one would be the last one.

-But the universe wouldn’t have it that way for poor Akaashi making him stay up late again.

-Thunder rumbled from outside and he wondered whether or not you had taken your son to bed with you.

-The four year old boy was terrified of storms from a young age, always looking for comfort in either you or Akaashi.

-But ever since his sister was born he pulled away from you two, he didn’t ask for help anymore even when he needed it and he didn’t wake you up during the night when he had a nightmare.

-Akaashi was amazed to say the least.

-Neither of you had said anything to him about how your attention would mostly be on the baby and you guys had never dismissed his needs because of your little girl.

-It worried him how fast his son closed in on himself.

-He was already a shy and quiet kid but now you barely heard his voice and it broke both of your hearts.

-Akaashi was determined to help him get out of this phase and be by his side but this assignment took up more of his time than he would’ve liked.

-Light danced across the room as the door slightly opened but no one stepped in.

-Keiji was about to stand up when he heard little sniffles and the light pitter patter of feet on the carpet of his office.

-And soon enough his son rounded the corner of his desk, one arm wiping away tears as the other clutched the stuffed owl his uncle Bokuto had bought him.

-Without losing a beat Keiji pushed his chair back and brought him in his lap, giving a small apology to his boss before momentarily turning off both camera and mic.

- “I’m sowwy.”

- “Shh I’m here, nothing’s gonna hurt you.”

-Giving him a kiss on each cheek Akaashi let him snuggle in his chest, a strong arm supporting the toddler while simultaneously making him feel safe and protected.

- “Sir, I’m sorry to interrupt but could we end it here? My son had a nightmare and I want to calm him down.”

- “Of course Akaashi-san, give my regards to the little man. Goodnight.”

-And with that the meeting was over and Akaashi was left with a crying child in his arms.

- “Hey hey, I told you that nothing’s going to hurt you while I’m here. Why don’t we go sleep with mommy hm?”

- “I’m sowwy…”

-Akaashi kissed his head again bringing him into a tight hug as he got up from his seat.

- “There is nothing to be sorry for now come on, mommy would want cuddles.”

Sakusa Kiyoomi

- “If we use the new quick that Atsumu and Hinata have been practicing then we would have the upper hand momentarily.”

-Kiyoomi let out a sigh as the meeting he had with the team would not seem to end.

-They had been discussing tactics for the last hour and a half while the rest of the time they had been informed of the new managers they had been assigned.

-Kiyoomi never expected to be in a zoom call while being an athlete.

-He thought that it would be useless.

-What were they even gonna do while in the meeting? Practice?

-But he was proven wrong once the coach called the first meeting and now Sakusa was ready to pull his hair out.

-Thankfully he was just laying in bed so at least he was comfortable.

-You had gone out for some much needed grocery shopping leaving Kiyoomi with his son, not wanting to take your child outside with the virus contaminating people left and right.

-Sakusa loved spending time with his son.

-He was a low maintenance child, just like he was when he was young, adopting the same hygiene patterns as his father even at the early age of two.

-He had just started talking and you wouldn't stop having conversations with him, the baby only uttering a simply “dada” or “momma” or even maybe a “yes” or “no” if you were lucky.

-It made you happy though, seeing your son slowly becoming more independent.

-Sakusa was also happy but he was also reminded that he wouldn’t stay this young forever; before he knew it his son would be off to high school or college and he wouldn’t fit in his arms anymore.

-Lost in thought Kiyoomi hadn’t seen the toddler make his way into the room until he felt the covers being pulled as he attempted to get on the bed *and failed bc he’s just too short*

-Letting out a chuckle Sakusa pushed his laptop to the side and leaned down to grab his son, who was now pouting an expression that was a little too similar to yours.

- “Is that mini Sakusa I see?”

-Kiyoomi ignored Atsumu as he settled his son on his lap letting the baby wave at the camera as his “uncles” waved back.

- “Do you mind if he joins?”

- “Of course not, every Sakusa is welcome.”

-Giving his son one last kiss on his head, Kiyoomi went back to listening to the boring tactics letting his son play with his fingers in the process.

-Okay maybe it wasn’t that bad now

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NMJ is the only one that knows bc he’s the only one that NHS truly trusts, he’s the only one who knows why NHS focuses so much in painting and art, NHS doesn’t know why or how but with a little bit of spiritual energy he’s able to bring what he paints in paper to the real world and with that the Nie sect has the beasts of legends under their command

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“How about you draw a flower?” Nie Mingjue said without much conviction. It was hard to have conviction when you knew it was pointless.

“No!” Nie Huaisang shouted, unsurprisingly, because toddlers always shouted. They seemed to have a great deal of feelings and sound for such small frames. “Taotie!”

Nie Mingjue grimaced. “No, no, not Taotie,” he said quickly. Never Taotie, not again. “How about the Baihu? Nice fuzzy tiger?”

“No!”

“Fenghuang? You like birds.”

Nie Huaisang considered it. “I like birds,” he agreed.

Nie Mingjue heaved a sigh of relief. “Me, too,” he said enthusiastically. “I love birds.”

He had never had especially strong feelings about birds, but he was willing to develop some.

“Okay,” Nie Huaisang said, and patted his thigh comfortingly. “I’ll draw you a bird, da-ge.”

“…thanks,” Nie Mingjue said.

When Nie Huaisang was done, he proudly presented Nie Mingjue with the results of his work.

Nie Mingjue put the baby phoenix in the new aviary he’d secretly had constructed behind his father’s back, thinking to himself that the high-grade construction materials he’d insisted on were totally worth losing his allowance for the next year.

The phoenix chick - it looked like a plucked chicken with maybe three feathers total - weakly coughed smoke.

Because of course it did.

Sometimes Nie Mingjue wished that he could just tell someone about Nie Huaisang’s unusual gift – it was a pretty big burden to bear, and he really wasn’t sure he was old enough for this type of responsibility – but no one else deserved to know. If they didn’t have the good taste to like Nie Huaisang when he was no one and nobody, pointless and useless, they didn’t deserve the benefits of knowing him now that he could do stuff.

Even if it was weird stuff.

Stuff like his ability to summoning the things he drew into existence.

Even things that might not really exist.

Besides, the thought of Nie Huaisang getting wrapped up into war and politics when he was still so young –

No, better to just store away what he made and hope he grew out of it.

And no more Taoties.

“Lan Zhan said his uncle shows people his artwork,” Nie Huaisang said, sitting on Nie Mingjue’s table in the family study. “Why don’t you ever show my artwork?”

“You do art?” their father asked absently, most of his attention on the report he was reading.

“Huaisang does great calligraphy,” Nie Mingjue interjected very quickly. “You’ve seen it – it’s beautiful. And his poems are very well crafted, too.”

“But Lan Zhan said –”

Nie Mingjue mentally resigned himself to not being friends with Lan Xichen any longer, no matter how well they’d gotten along, on the basis that the other boy would probably take it personally when Nie Mingjue murdered his brother.

“He also said stuff about rules,” he said. “Hundreds and hundreds of rules. Do you want to listen to all of those, too?”

“No,” Nie Huaisang said sulkily, five years old and bitter with it. “But…”

“How about we show Lan Wangji your aviary?” Nie Mingjue coaxed. “Go ask him if he’d like to see it. I bet he’s never seen anything like that – and you can ask him what type of animal he likes best, too!”

Nie Huaisang’s eyes went wide at the thought and he dashed off.

“You spoil him far too much,” their father commented. “An aviary – you talk about it more than he does, and you’re always getting birds to fill it up for him, too. Why are you so devoted to him learning to like birds?”

“Better than him liking fierce beasts,” Nie Mingjue said, omitting to mention exactly where he obtained the birds that filled the aviary. “Or corpses.”

“If he liked fierce beasts, perhaps he’d be more martially inclined.”

No, we would be, Nie Mingjue thought. He’d gotten a lot of spare practice with Baxia trying to fight corpses that had no business being there during the period in which Nie Huaisang had gotten temporarily interested in the things in his father’s stories – and that was before Nie Huaisang had learned about yao.

“I don’t want him growing up morbid, that’s all,” he said.

“You’re his brother, not his nursemaid,” their father said, a little exasperated. “Nor are you his mother. Why are you fussing over him so?”

Nie Mingjue huffed and shook his head. “How goes recruitment for the border?” he asked instead, and listened to his father tell him about how people barely a year or two older than him were being sent to risk death in the name of sect honor.

Not Nie Huaisang, he promised himself. Not yet.

He’d tell his father when Nie Huaisang was old enough to handle the consequences.

“Huaisang, didi,” Nie Mingjue said, and tried to smile, even though it pained him. “Can you do me a favor? A really, really big favor?”

Nie Huaisang sniffed, clutching at his arms and shaking. “What, da-ge?”

“You remember Jiwei? A-die’s saber? Can you draw that for me, please?”

It only made it worse.

“Da-ge?”

“Yes, Huaisang?” Nie Mingjue asked, scowling at the map. It didn’t get any better the longer he looked at it, but maybe if he kept glaring he could cow it into submission.

“Don’t you want me to help?”

Nie Mingjue looked up at where Nie Huaisang was wringing his hands by the door. “Help? With what?”

Nie Huaisang rolled his eyes at him, like it was Nie Mingjue being dense instead of him having started a conversation in the middle. “Uh, with border defense?”

“Why would I ask you to help with that?” Nie Mingjue asked blankly, then realized how his words could be misconstrued. “Not that I wouldn’t ask you to help, of course, but you’ve never really liked battlefield strategy, and anyway you are only twelve –”

“Da-ge!” Nie Huaisang whined. “I meant drawing!”

“…as in maps?”

Nie Huaisang’s glare could light fires.

Nie Mingjue coughed and put aside his work to focus on his brother. “Huaisang, why do you think I would use your drawings in planning out a possible battle?”

“Because they’re useful?” Nie Huaisang said, crossing his arms. “I can make things appear, da-ge, just by drawing them. Not sure if you’ve noticed, but that’s not something that normal people can do.”

“I know,” Nie Mingjue said. “It’s not. But just because it’s not normal doesn’t mean it’s not a wonderful ability, Huaisang.”

Nie Huaisang looked a little bit appeased.

“But just because it’s wonderful doesn’t mean I’m going to abuse your ability,” Nie Mingjue continued. “You should be playing, not working, and if anyone tells you otherwise, you tell me and I’ll straighten them out.”

Nie Huaisang came up and hugged him. “So it’s not that you’re not ashamed of me being weird and useless?”

“I think we’ve already established that an ability like yours is far from useless. And I don’t care how weird you are, principles are principles: you’re too young to be used for battle. Sorry, Huaisang; my hands are tied.”

Nie Huaisang laughed at him and left, looking much happier.

“So what would you like?” Nie Huaisang asked, eyes sparkling. “Me and my brush are at the ready, here to help!”

Nie Mingjue rubbed his forehead. “If you’re sure…”

“Da-ge! I’m seventeen – you were already sect leader for two years by my age. And it’s not like I’m going out there on the front lines or anything; I’m just going to draw some stuff for you.”

“You say ‘just’,” he grumbled. “It does drain your qi, you know. That’s why you took such a long time to form a golden core…”

“Yes, but I did get there eventually, didn’t I? And anyway, it’s fine, I’ll do it instead of my usual landscapes. What would you like? A dragon to devour our enemies? The white tiger, nipping at their heels? A taotie –”

“No Taotie.”

“You’re so weird about that,” Nie Huaisang complained, rolling his eyes again. “Fine. Then what?”

“Sabers,” Nie Mingjue said, giving in. “Standard steel, not spiritual. Horses, feed, saddles. Say, how are you at drawing arrows?”

“Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang said. “I can draw you the beasts of legend, and you want me to draw you arrows?”

“Yes. As many as you can bring yourself to create, really; everyone’s always short on arrows. More rice would be good, too –”

“This wasn’t exactly what I was expecting when I volunteered to help,” Nie Huaisang grumbled.

“Are you going to do it for me or not?” Nie Mingjue asked, unimpressed. “You asked me to use you, not to give you an art project.”

His brother heaved a sigh. “Yes, yes, I will. Can you explain to me why this is your choice, at least?”

Nie Mingjue ruffled his brother’s hair. “Huaisang, when you draw something, it comes to life. Fully to life, as a separate and independent creature of its own – if you draw a dragon, who’s to say that the dragon will choose to fight the Wen sect, instead of turning on us? It wouldn’t be much help if we had to run out, sabers drawn, to deal with whatever it was, only to be exhausted before the Wen sect even arrived.”

“…oh.”

“When we’ve made some progress in the field, I promise to let you help build fortifications,” Nie Mingjue said. “You can start thinking of really nasty traps –”

“Da-ge?”

“Yes?”

“…is that why you hate the idea of me drawing Taotie so much?”

Nie Mingjue coughed.

“Da-ge!”

“Don’t worry about it. It was always really good saber practice…”

“And if anyone tries anything against you at the camp, you draw something really mean, okay?” Nie Mingjue said, pressing paper and a brush into his brother’s hand in addition to the ones he’d hidden away in his luggage - there was a chance that might be confiscated upon his arrival. “I don’t care what it is.”

“I know, I know –”

“Promise me!”

“I will!” Nie Huaisang exclaimed. “I promise already!”

“Not just if they’re aggressive. Even if things just look suspicious –”

“Suspicious? Like what?”

“If they take you somewhere secluded,” Nie Mingjue said, face drawn with worry. “Somewhere where it’d take us a long time to find your bodies. I don’t care if you put other people in danger from your creation, okay? Don’t make me have to find your corpse.”

Nie Huaisang was silent for a moment. “I understand,” he finally said. “I promise.”

“I’m never drawing anything legendary ever again,” Nie Huaisang sniffed into Nie Mingjue’s collar. “That Xuanwu was awful. It tried to eat all of us!”

“Do you want me to help with the logistics, Sect Leader Nie?” Meng Yao asked.

“You already help with the logistics,” Nie Mingjue said, not really paying attention. If it was serious, Meng Yao would bring it to his attention – he was a truly remarkable aide-de-camp. “You already help with everything.”

“I appreciate Sect Leader Nie’s confidence in me,” Meng Yao said, smiling a little. “But no, I meant – with the imports.”

“Imports?”

“Every week we receive new shipments of goods – food, weapons, defenses – from Qinghe, and we don’t send any money back. Surely such expenditures are putting a strain on the Nie treasury..?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Nie Mingjue said. “Huaisang is handling it. It’s good for him to have responsibility.”

Meng Yao looked a little skeptical, but in his defense, he’d met Nie Huaisang.

“Really,” Nie Mingjue assured him. “He’s not going to hurt our budget – it’ll be fine. They’ve come steadily every week so far, haven’t they?”

“If Sect Leader Nie is content, then so am I,” Meng Yao said, but he was pouting a little, perhaps at the perceived lack of trust. He did so love to be helpful.

“You know I trust you with my life,” Nie Mingjue told him. “But this is something that Huaisang is, for once, best placed to handle. Don’t worry about it.”

It wasn’t really his secret to share, after all. Maybe when the war was done.

Nie Mingjue was on his back in the throne room of the Fire Palace, staring up at the man who murdered his father and who was about to murder him, too, when he heard the sound.

A high-pitched squeal, unlike anything else he’d ever heard – a little like a pig, a little like a wolf, a little like the long slow grate of metal against metal. It burned on the ear, a vile sound on the verge of being physically painful.

“What is that?” Wen Ruohan asked, frowning. He was standing above Nie Mingjue, his foot crushing down on his chest; Baxia was out of reach, knocked away, but at least no longer in the traitor Meng Yao’s hands. “Meng Yao…?”

“I - I’m not sure, Sect Leader Wen,” Meng Yao said, looking equally confused.

Nie Mingjue laughed.

They both looked at him.

He grinned up at them, blood in his teeth.

“What?” he said. “Never heard a Taotie before?”

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Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas- Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Dressed to the Nines

Dad!Mob!Tom Holland x Mom!Mob!Reader Fanfic

-Pairings: mob! Tom Holland x reader

-Warnings: Language

-Words: 3.9K

Background Info- Tom Holland is boss of his mafia and Y/N Holland, his wife, is former mafia boss turned stay at home mom but still joined Tom on his business trips and meetings. They started dating at 19 and were married at the young age of 21, realizing they only needed each other. They have two kids together, both ages 16, Parker and Rosie Holland.

*Realistically to have two teenagers, Tom and Y/N are both in their mid/late thirties but they look like they are in their mid twenties/late twenties alright. What can I say, they have really good genes. I can guarantee that Tom will still definitely look as gorgeous as he does know in his 30’s.

Author note: I enjoy writing drama, so it’s hard to have constant fluff, mostly angst (I hope, at least what I consider angst). The more times where a character almost dies but doesn’t the better to me. This is my first fanfic, I wrote this story based on being married with kids because that is the part of my life I’m most looking forward to. Heads up but there is tons of dialogue, I find that the most fun to write.

Also I enjoy PDA and a personal goal of mine is to be married for 20 years and still want to jump my husband’s bones so there are a bunch of little hints like that through the fanfic. Sorry if your name is any of the characters, feel free to change them in your mind. I know it’s stupid of me to say that but whatever.

Chapter 1: Dressed to the Nines

Words: 3.9K

You and Tom were a power couple. The Hollands, the ones with the most power and the most dangerous. A king and queen to their empire. Lately you had been tackling married life together and had been raising two kids. A boy named Parker and a girl named Rosie both the same age. But nothing could prepare you for what every parent dreads, their teenage years. All the hormones, mood swings and relationship drama that comes with it.

When both the twins turned 16 it was big turning point in your family. Rights of passage as Tom would say. You and Tom threw a massive gala to celebrate their 16 years of being alive. Tom as the leader of his own mob, money was no object and you coming from the family you did and being a former mafia boss, you both had truly opulent wealth. It was the night of their kids’ sixteenth birthday and everyone was invited from family, friends, business associates and even enemies. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer they would say. Tom and tried to keep as much as possible from your kids, trying to give them a normal childhood. Failing over and over again at that. Some nights Tom would come home bloody from beating up someone who crossed him. Or there would always been strange, bulky, built men surrounding your mansion for protection. It was hard to explain everything to the kids, but it was something they just had to do for family.

The party was about to begin, 7:00 on the dot, and the house was decorated to fit a very elegant yet youthful look. Caterers dressed in white carrying bountiful trays of appetizers. Tom and you adored the luxury of their life, even though they knew if they didn’t have all the materials they did they would be even happier. Their family is what mattered most to them. You were dressed to the nines, in a lace gold gown, with sparkly stilettos on. Her Y/H/C hair gracefully laying one her back, without a strand out of the place. And her Y/E/C eyes were beaming, if looks could kill they would. Tom couldn’t help but admire you.

“You know, it’s rude to gawk,” you said and Tom chuckled.

“I’m sorry but you’re just too beautiful not to,” he responded and placing his hands on your hips.

Rolling your eyes and smirking you said “tonight’s the night.”

“I know, should we do it now?” he questioned as his half smile turned into a frown.

“No, let him have this one more night. Without any obligation,” you had been dreading this night for years.

“Alright, darling,” he said as he kissed softly, he just couldn’t contain himself he

found his other half. The person that makes him want to be a better man. His soulmate.

Like any family there are skeletons in their closets but, the Hollands were a whole another story. Tonight was the night, one they had been dreading for 16 years, to be exact. You and Tom’s son, Parker would be tasked with the most difficult decision of his life. One that will rewrite his story. Tom wishes he would just turn it down and do what he didn’t have the balls to do when he was his age.

The day Tom’s dad brought him into the office, he knew his life would never be the same. Dom, his father and former boss of the Holland empire, made it very clear that if he turned him down, he could forget about being in this family. Tom just knows he won’t give the same ultimatum. Parker being the oldest and only son of Tom and Y/N Holland is the future of their family empire. Parker was quite popular, a playboy actually and very dashing. Wearing a black suit with a black tie and a white shirt he look just like his dad with his brown hair slicked back. Being one of the guests of honor tonight he had to look the part. Slowly made his way to the bar before his mother could find him. Desperately needing some liquid courage, he quickly poured himself a shot of vodka and downed it even faster. However nothing gets past, you, Y/N Holland.

“Parker Jackson Holland!” you fumed, catching her 16 year old son drinking.

“Hey, what’s with the middle naming me, it’s my birthday,” he responded a little startled.

“You should not be drinking, ever. You got two years, mister,” you explained.

“Alright, mum,” Parker sounded annoyed.

“Where’s your sister by the way, party is supposed to start in 10 mins,” you said as she noticed all the guest starting to arrive. A line of people already waiting at the door but everyone knew the Hollands preferred people to arrive fashionably late.

“I don’t know. Having a fit probably. Last I heard was screaming coming from her closet.”

“I’ll go check on her. Your father and I need you sober later. Understood?” You exclaimed.

“Yes, mum.” Parker was a good boy on paper but, enjoyed breaking the rules.

Right as you turned away, Parker then started to pour another shot.

“Don’t even think about it,” you said still walking forward. Parker chuckled and set the shot down.

You went to go check on her daughter. You knocked on the door when she heard something shatter. Rosie may seem timid but she definitely inherited Tom’s anger issues.

“Honey? Is everything alright?” You questioned, startled by the outburst.

“Yeah, mum. I’m sorry,” Rosie muttered seeming frustrated.

“It’s ok, oh honey!” You exclaimed, noticing the tears on her daughter face

“I know, this is stupid,” Rosie whispered trying to hide her tear stained face.

“No, no it isn’t. What’s wrong?” you said, genuinely concerned for her daughter’s well-being.

“I don’t know everything, this dress, my hair, my makeup,” she exclaimed frantically.

“Baby, you look beautiful.”

“Pretty enough that someone would want to dance with me?” Rosie whispered. You were caught off guard that your daughter could ever have thoughts like that.

“Yes of course, you are always gorgeous.” You hated seeing your baby girl beat herself up based on her looks.

“Thanks mom, I have a question?” You just nodded in response.

How did you get dad to fall in love with you?” Rosie asked inquisitively.

“Um, I guess was just myself. I didn’t put on a facade and I was very honest and transparent with him,” you answered a little taken back from the question.

“You were yourself? I find that hard to believe. From stories I’ve heard you seemed to be bold, brave and beguiling” said Rosie with a hint of sarcasm.

“Am I not those things now?” You asked, cheekily.

“No you are, just in a different way.”

“Honey, whoever you are trying impress, will love for who you are, ok?” You couldn’t stand seeing her daughter like this.

“Alright. Can you help me with my makeup?” Rosie asked because her previous makeup had been ruined by her miniature breakdown

“Yes, of course.”

Back at the party Tom was making his way around saying hello to almost everyone. He desperately needed to find his son. Tom’s and Parker’s relationship was interesting to say the least. As babies and toddlers Tom was there. He loved his kids so much but as they grew older they only noticed the times he wasn’t there. Only the missed recitals and football games, never all times that had dinner as a family and he tucked them in to bed at night. Parker is closer to his mother and his twin sister. Never really having that man to man talk with his dad yet. The time when fathers stop seeing their sons as boys and look at them as men. Tom approached Parker sitting there with his a drink in his hand, he hoped was a watered down Pepsi.

“Hey Parker, did your mom talk to you already?” Tom asked, not trying to raise too many questions.

“No, she might have mentioned something,” Parker responded.

“Ok, well after cake meet me in my office.” Parker nodded in response and noticed how he tensed a little at the conversation.

Their chat quickly ended when Harrison and his 16 year old son Henry came to wish happy birthday. Harrison is Tom’s right hand man, his consigliere and his best friend. He was more than that, Harrison was family. Harrison’s son, Henry was best friends with Parker and Rosie, ever since birth.

“Hey mate,” Tom said to his best friend Harrison.

“Hey, just came to wish this guy “happy birthday”” he said patting Parker’s shoulder.

“Happy birthday, dude” Henry said to Parker and he returned with subtle “thank you’s.” Parker slightly nodded to his dad to see if he could leave the conversation and Tom let him know it was ok.

“Come on, let’s go,” Parker exclaimed making his way to den where his other friends were.

Harrison was the first to speak up, “Have you told him yet?”

“No, Y/N and I are going to do it tonight” Tom uttered with a low toned voice.

“Geez, do you need me there?” Harrison asked, afraid Tom might say yes. Harrison was there when Tom went through the same process with his dad. Tom’s anger issues didn’t help the outcome.

“I think I’m alright, just family. Not that I don’t consider you family but I don’t even know if Rosie should be there.” Tom justified.

“It’s alright mate, I get it.”

They were both enjoying their night, making their rounds, Tom and Harrison went to get drinks, not beer this time but a scotch on the rocks as this was a classy night. Everything was dandy up until one of Tom’s men, William, came up to him informing Tom of a problem.

“Sir we have a problem,” William whispered to Tom, Tom nodded for them to follow them to his office.

“William, what now? Can’t you see I’m enjoying the party?” Tom exclaimed, closing the doors to his office.

“Sir, Daniel, was found dead at his post outside, shot by a tranquilizer gun, with a note taped to his chest, it’s for you.” William announced and handed the paper to the most important and dangerous man of the mob, his boss.

“What the fuck?” A long silence stayed in the air while Tom processed the news. Awkwardness had filled the entire room as they all awaited Tom’s response.

“For fucks sake, you need at least 3 guards posted outside. NOW!” He screamed as his anger continued to rise as read the note.

“Yes, Sir.” William said promptly.

“God forbid anything else happen tonight, but my wife and kids are the first ones to be escorted to safe house. Understood?” Tom explained as he only was only thinking about his family in that moment.

“Yes, Sir.” William said and quickly ran out before he could get the brunt of Tom’s upcoming outburst. Right on cue, Tom threw a glass ashtray at the wall, it shattering into shards.

“Calm down mate, what did the note even say.” Harrison asked with a worrisome look on his face. Tom showed Harrison the joy and his smile faded immediately. Tom for the first time, in a while, felt fear because he knew he had everything to lose.

Not wanting to deal with the life long headache that is his life. He looked for solace in, you, his wife as he spotted her over by the fireplace and made his way over to you.

“Have told you look stunning tonight?” He said instantly falling in love with you over again.

“Several times actually,” you said.

“Well I can’t help what you do to me, gorgeous.” He said placing a kiss to your temple.

“Hey, have you had the talk with him yet?” You said pointing a finger at your son getting very intimate with some girl.

The girl was Charlotte Owens. Parker and her had been together for almost a year, but you and Tom hadn’t met her formally yet. Your son was very tight-lipped the it came to his private life. She was tall, fair and had platinum blonde hair along with piercing blue eyes. Rosie didn’t seem to like her very much, constantly annoyed by her popularity status and reputation, used to be known for being with a new guy every couple weeks and don’t put it past Rosie to not give her the benefit of the doubt.

“No, remember we’re going to do it tonight. Is something wrong?” He said with concern, worried why you would forget something so important.

“No, not that talk, silly, “The talk”,” you responded. His lips formed an “o” shaped as he realized he would have to teach his son about how to be safe during sex.

“Oh, no. I’ve been avoiding it for as long as possible.”

“Why baby, you’re so good at it. You could give him a few a pointers.” You said, winking at him.

“Wow, love, you surprise me everyday. Speaking of beautiful girls, where’s Rosie. I’ve haven’t seen her all night,” Tom quickly trying to change the subject as they were at a party.

“I saw her a few minutes ago,” you said as a puzzled look grew on her face.

“Come on, let’s go find her and maybe you and I can sneak off for awhile.” He said cheekily.

“Tommy,” you whispered but eventually agreed. Slowly making your way out of the main ballroom to the secret garden next to his office.

Walking very slyly, you both made your way to secret spot near Tom’s office. Where ivy had grown throughout the brick and purple and yellow tulips lined the fence along with giant trees. There was a little wishing fountain that Tom had installed when you moved in, this was their secret spot. One where they could forget about all the violence and responsibility that tainted their lives.

Their intimate moment was ruined when Rosie walked by with some random guy named Connor, not the person she’d hope to bring there. All throughout the night Rosie seemed to be jealous of the attention her crush was getting at the party as he didn’t pay attention to her. Thus, she went find a distraction of her own.

“Oh hey, shh, look two people getting it on over there,” he whispered to her as she dragged him outside.

“Please don’t be my brother.” She murmured but felt like she wanted to throw up when she saw who it was.

“Mom, dad?” Rosie screamed.

“Oh shit, we’ve been busted,” Tom muttered against your neck.

“Hey honey,” You said while Rosie was completely mortified. Rosie’s potential hookup stood there mouth wide open.

“That’s your mum, god, she’s a babe.” Connor said.

“Connor, not helping.” Rosie exclaimed sternly as she pinched his side.

Tom spoke up, “Why don’t you guys go back and enjoy the rest of the party.”

Rosie just nodded and left as fast as humanly possible. She never wants to be that embarrassed again.

“Oh my god, we were gonna get it later.” You said.

“I know, we really screwed up this time. But have you had “the talk” with her yet,” Tom asked.

“Nope, we should both really get on that. What would I’ve happened if they hadn’t caught us?” You asked jokingly.

“I don’t want to think about that Y/N! She’s our daughter.” Tom exclaimed.

“Neither do I.”

“Enough of this, where were we?” Tom interjected immediately changing the subject.

“Well you lips were on my neck and you hand was on my waist, but I think the moment has passed and we should get back to the party,” you said rather seductively.

“Fine, I know you’re right. But fuck, I just want to make out with my wife,” Tom muttered frustratingly.

“Well you can later... in bed.” Winking as you chuckled.

“Man, that kid was right, you are a babe.”he said as he slapped your ass as you walked in front of him chuckling.

“Is it time for cake?” Harrison asks as he came up to Tom and you.

“I think it is.” Tom said and you nodded. Walking towards Rosie, who was desperately trying to erase her self from existence because of the embarrassment she’d experienced a minute ago.

“Hi, honey. Can you please go find your brother? We are going to cut the cake.” You said trying not to accidentally bring up the elephant in the room.

“Alright, fine,” Rosie muttered still a little peeved finding you and Tom like that. Rosie searched high and low for Parker.

Needing some assistance she asked Henry. “Hey, have you seen my brother?”

“Last I saw he was taking Charlotte to the green house” Henry responded.

“Alright, come on, let’s go find them” Rosie said rolling her eyes. Her hand slipped into Henry’s as she led the way. Making their way through the vast yet gorgeous yard. Rosie and Henry found Parker and Charlottes lips entangled together and bodies in a compromising position in the green house

“For fucks sake, how many people am I going to find sucking face at this party.” Rosie yelled, startling Charlotte and Parker.

“What the fuck do you want, Rosie? Can’t you see I’m busy.” Parker quipped annoyingly.

“Mom and dad want to cut the cake” Rosie responded.

“Ugh fine. Give us 10 mins” knowing he will be finished in that time.

“No, you can fuck your bimbo of a girlfriend later.” Rosie said, receiving a grimace from Charlotte.

“Don’t you fucking talk about her like that! Fuck off!” Parker yelled as Henry and Rosie left. Both of the kids had inherited Tom’s angry side.

“Well, you can explain to mom and dad you were late because you were balls deep in in your whore,” Rosie said walking away.

The moments leading up to the end of Parker’s innocence were fleeting. In more ways than one. He wasn’t a virgin even before that evening but, Parker could imagine the task he was supposed to accomplish. The 3 tier chocolate raspberry ganache cake had been cut and distributed to the guests. Happy birthday had been sung to Rosie and Parker. Parker tried to go off with Charlotte again, but Harrison stopped him and brought him to the Tom’s office.

“They’re in there,” Harrison whispered.

“Who?” Parker asked Harrison who was like his uncle.

“Just go,” Parker opened the door to see his mother and his dad sat behind the desk. The door shut behind him.

“Mom? Dad? What’s going on here?” Parker hesitated.

“Son, sit down,” Tom said, knowing this wasn’t going to be easy.

“We have to talk to you.” You interjected.

“Parker, as part of this family, there are certain responsibilities you have to take. It is a tradition in our family that at the age of 16, the sons are brought to light about the dealings of our family and what is expected of you,” Tom said as Parker grew wary. Not really understanding what his parents were trying to convey.

Throughout his entire life, he had his suspicions about his family. Wondering why men followed them everywhere, even on trips to the store for eggs. Why his parents went to work but have never seen their office, only heard it referred to as “the warehouse.” Why everything was always so damm secretive. Scared if he accidentally let some enormous family secret slip with his big mouth there would be repercussions. Never not scared of the harm that could come to his family.

“Your father, is the leader of a very powerful mob. I am part of it too, not just as wife but as his partner. There will be day when he will longer be in position of boss and you will take over,” you asserted playing off of Tom’s words.

“Our family is not only the owners of one of the world’s richest exporting company, we also do business with casinos and own multiple hotel chains. Sometimes our work brings us above the law, but the connections we have are what keep us alive.” Tom explained trying to preserve his son’s innocence.

“Why are you telling me all this?” Parker stuttered.

“Because it is time. Time for you to step up and take your place in this family. You’ve had 16 years of juvenile fun and now this is what has to be done.” Tom concluded.

“What if I don’t want this life. You don’t think I don’t know what happens behind closed doors here. All the times dad has come home with a black eye or blood on his knuckles. Why fuck isn’t Rosie here? She is the same age as me, WE ARE TWINS! Why am I the only one who has to do this. I don’t want to kill for sport like you and mom!” Parker screamed. He couldn’t handle this anymore. There was too much information he had to process.

“Do not raise your voice at your mother! Tom screamed.

“Dad, I had dreams and hopes. I wanted to go to college and travel. Find a nice girl and marry her. Experience the kind of love you and mom have. What you are asking me to do, flushes all that away. You are asking me to give up on my life.

So that’s it, I don’t have a choice,” Parker begged.

“Baby, you have a choice. Nothing is set in stone,” you said rubbing his arm.

“Y/N, you damm well know what will happen if he turns this down,” Tom yelled.

“Maybe this life works for you two, but I don’t want this kind of life. My answer is no. Find someone else.”

“Parker, you know I can’t do that. Take a couple days and think about it” Tom answered trying to stay calm.

“NO DAD! My answer is final, I’m not going to be your apprentice to carry on this heinous family legacy!” Parker exploded. It was too much.

“If you aren’t willing to do what is asked of you, then you can forget about being in this family!” Tom screamed. He did exactly what he said he wouldn’t, he gave his son an ultimatum. Parker couldn’t handle it anymore and left. Needing to forget about the fact he no longer had a say. He was stuck.

It was just Tom and you sitting in the study. They couldn’t understand where the conversation had gone. All their hopes for tonight went out the window along with potted plant Tom threw when Parker stormed out.

“Tom, you can’t force him. You can’t do what your father did to you to him.” You tried to say in a loving tone but it came out as stern.

“IM NOT, Y/N!!!” Tom screamed. He had fucked up. The words spoken tonight have rewritten his relationship with his son.

“Alright.” You whispered trying to calm your fuming husband down.

“I’m sorry I raised my voice, baby.” Tom’s tone immediately changed once he heard the softness of your voice. You just nodded in response

“Tommy?” You asked hoping Tom was now ok.

“Yes, love” Tom said.

“He’ll come around. I can promise you that.”

“I know, darling. That’s not what I’m worried about.”

“Then what?” a look of confusion grew on your face.

He handed you a paper, the same one that was found on Daniel’s body, saying “Eclipsing of the Hollands. Let the show begin. Better watch your back.”

It was threat. A play to eventually be made on his life or the life of his family and you all had no idea who was behind it.

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elia-de-silentio · 3 years

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Recap on the Book (+ a theory on Atsushi)

The Book is an element that received little attention compared to the character drama in Bungo Stray Dogs, but it's actually the element instigating it, as the thing almost everyone desires. This time, I want to make a recap on it, and take a look on an interesting theory regarding the connection between it and Atsushi.

The first one to mention it is Fitzgerald. He describes it as pretty much Aladdin's lamp from the original fairy tale: something to make all wishes come true, in his case the resurrection of his daughter. Appearently, Atsushi is the 'guidepost' to the Book, and that's why there was such an hefty bounty on him at the start of the series. Whatever that means, we are all still waiting to know.

It also mentions that it is 'impervious to fire and all abilities'.

But Fitzgerald was in cahoots with two other amiable fellows who were after the same thing: Fyodor Dostoevsky and Agatha Christie. While the latter has not appeared since except for Dead Apple, the former has given us new infos on the prized Book.

He too wants to use the Book, but in his case, the goal is a little more lofty: he wants to recreate the world, one without the 'sin' of ability users. So, the Book's powers aren't limited to just bring back the dead, they really have a reality-altering scale.

(translation by @akai-koutei)

At the start of the Decay of Angels arc, Chief Taneda gives Ranpo a few more informations about our object of interest.

It is in the hands of the government, and it has been studied, via a single page extracted from it, that holds the same power as the whole Book (like a Death Note).

Moreover, we find the first limitation to the power: 'the written content must conform to the rules of karma'. In other words - and we're going deliciously meta here - it must have narrative consistency, unlike the 'real world' in which accidents of any kind and without any meaning happen all the time. Of course it does! If a book had inconsistent plot development and characterization, wouldn't we all be complaining about bad writing?

Lastly, it's suggested that it was created by an ability user, which set its rules to prevent excessive and senseless destruction.

This rule begs the question - do Fitzgerald or Fyodor know about it? 'A girl suddenly springs back to life' doesn't have much narrative consistence, and neither 'all Ability users suddenly vanish'. A way to work around this limit would be rewrite history itself: Fitzgerald's daughter never died/Abilities never existed in the first place. It would erase the timeline in which these events would be impossible, and create another in which they have consistency.

This would also be the reason for the initial plan of the Decay of Angels, using the page to depict the ADA as terrorists ... but before that, they had to 'create' their crimes by killing relevant people that had spoken against the Agency, giving them plausible actions and motives.

It also fits with the Sky Casino: a building that was woven back in time with a complete backstory, instead of just popping out from nothingness. Still, this also show us that there's no need for the details to be absolutely accurate: Dazai managed to figure out that the building had been written from the Book because the 'top secret' details of its creation didn't exist in the first place. Still, these details are ones that do not 'disturb' the flow of a story: it's a freaking flying casino, who is going to think about the funds? Just enjoy the story!

But then we find an outstanding exception: Sigma. A whole human being brought into existence by the Book, without any past that he can remember. He appeared three years ago, in a desert, with only the clothes on his back and a train ticket. No backstory from him.

How was this possible? It's not very narratively coherent, a person popping into existence.

Well, we must consider that we know only what Fyodor says about it. He might be withholding information from Dazai and the audience, or even lying to confuse his opponent; or maybe he doesn't know the answer himself. He recruited Sigma, likely after hearing about his Ability, but did not create him personally.

Maybe Sigma's 'parent' actually did have a backstory and purpose planned for his 'character', but for some reason, they weren't received. Or maybe they knew some trick to circumvent the limitations of the Book. Maybe the government was experimenting with it, and for some reason someone was like 'hey, let's see if we can make a person pop out in the desert, without anyone being around to check if it happens or take care of the eventual human being!'.

Yeah ... this part is rather confusing. I look forward to an explaination on Sigma's origins.

The last time that the rules of the Book are mentioned, is to show us a way to circumvent them. Fyodor had written that 'no police officer will believe the Agency's innocence' ... but he didn't factor Tachihara in. As a member of the Hunting Dogs, he is a police officer; but during his infiltration of the Mafia, he acquired this second identity. He is an officer, and at the same time, he is not. As soon as he inquires other mafiosi on the matter, he becomes clear to him the ADA's guiltlessness, in which he couldn't believe when talking with the othe Hunting Dogs.

And Ranpo in later chapters used a similar strategy, bringing his proofs to a group of journalists to make the masses think; and in turn, this divided the police between those who still obeyed the rule and those who adopted a new perspective.

The human ability to put ourselves in other points of view is the uncontrollable variable that can break the Book's powers.

(By the way, I wonder if that was actually Fyodor's plan. He seems too smart and well-informed to not take this possibility into consideration. Considering that the clashes among the police resulted in riots and chaos; and he commented earlier, talking to himself, that he didn't create the 'perfect' plan his colleagues required because that would be boring ... maybe this is his own plan to undermine Fukuchi's power and get him out of his way, to be the one who will actually puts his hands on the Book?)

After that, an interesting comment was made: the Decay of Angels planned to use the Book 'the next full moon'. It's uncertain if it's because it can only be used in this time frame, or if it can be just be found (in both cases, the Book has another rule that limits its use)

The last time any piece of the Book made an appearence, it was with Fukuchi dangling the famous page, and the possibility of rewriting it, in front of Atsushi and Akutagawa; but that was also the first sound defeat for the Shin Soukoku. Fukuchi still has the page, and now our hopes reside in Tachihara, currently about to face him.

Then, there is supplementary material: the BEAST AU. I haven't read the light novel or manga, so any information I can provide is from the wiki and @looking-for-stray-dogs 's summary.

In this AU, Dazai has managed to obtain the Book, but thanks to his Ability, he retains his memories even in different universes. But didn't Fitzgerald say that the Book is immune to all Abilities? Or only those which try to destroy it?

Still, Dazai used the Book to create his own pet universe - kind of like Fyodor wants to do, but with a much more personal goal: creating a universe in which Odasaku lives. This appearently can happen only if he never becomes Dazai's friend.

However, the definition of 'make what is written in it into reality' is not exact: it is more like a 'container' for every possible universe in existence, and what is written in the pages will not 'rewrite reality', but 'call forth the universe in which it happens'.

Think of it like Michelangelo's ideas about sculpting: the statue is already in the block of stone, the artist merely brings it out.

Beast!Dazai then mentions another clause: if three or more people know the truth about a world created by the Book, the stability of said world gets compromised, and it gets higher possibilities of ceasing to exist. Which is pretty much what is happening in the canon manga.

And this is all we know insofar. Is it enough to make theories? Of course! Anything is enough to make theories!

One I've seen circulating, and that I really like, is 'Atsushi is a creation of the Book'.

Supporting it:

• Atsushi is considered so valuable because he is a 'guidepost' to the Book; it would actually make sense that someone created by the Book mantained some connection to it.

Contradicting it:

• There already is someone who was for sure created by the Book: Sigma. And he is already in the Decay of Angels: if all sentient beings created by the Book mantained a connection to it, wouldn't that mean that they don't need Atsushi? Instead, not only they are still looking for tiger boy, but Sigma needed to threaten and use his Ability on Taneda to find out just where one page was.

Solution: maybe Atsushi was specifically written to be a 'tracker' for the Book, while Sigma wasn't?

Supporting it:

• Atsushi doesn't have any certified past, someone threw him on the streets without giving him anything that could lead back to a birth family. And appearently, nobody noticed someone had a suddenly missing child, or tried to investigate on the abandonment of a toddler.

Contradicting it:

• Who the hell creates a supernatural being that can lead to an even more supernatural book and then throws him in the trash?!

Solution: who the hell creates a supernatural being who can exchange informations and throws him in the desert?! Whatever the keeper of the Book is on, it can't be legal, or even well-cut for the matter.

More seriously, we are told that Atsushi's parents abandoned him, but it was the Headmaster that said it, and he's not the most reliable guy around. Atsushi not only does not have any proof for that, but he also has a faulty memory due to trauma: if he forgot Shibusawa, what else could he have forgotten?

Supporting it:

• The Book can appearently be used - or maybe retrieved, the phrasing is a bit ambiguous on that - under the full moon. Atsushi's Ability is called 'Beast Beneath the Moonlight', and he himself is called a 'weretiger', derivated from 'werewolf', a creature that has a traditional connection to the full moon.

Contradicting it:

• It might be a coincidence?

Supporting it:

• Shibusawa took a very specific interest in him, even going to the point of torturing him to make the 'Beast under the Moonlight' manifest

Contradicting it:

• Shibusawa was obsessed in finding the 'ultimate ability'. The fact that appearently Atsushi has it does not mean that it is related to the Book, or even that it is an objective statement.

Supporting it:

• Fyodor took a very specific interest in him. He was the one who directed Shibusawa to him, as far as six years ago, when Atsushi likely hadn't manifested his Ability. So, how did this rat, who is very interested in the Book and probably spent a lot of time finding ways to get it, know about him?

Contradicting it:

• Dazai appearently knows nothing about it. Considering how smart and careful he is, it would be expected that he did his research on why everyone was so fixated on the Agency's newest recruit. Instead, he looked genuinely shocked when he's told about Sigma's birth. So, whatever Atsushi's connection to the Book is, it's not of that kind. Moreover, Fyodor hasn't had a single interaction with Atsushi insofar. Wouldn't be more logical trying to somehow secure his willing cooperation if he needs it? From his side, Atsushi doesn't seem to know how he looks like (when he thinks about him, the face is always obscured), nor he acts like he vaguely recognize the name before - something that instead happened with Shibusawa

Possible solution: maybe Dazai isn't God the All-Knowing for once in this manga?! Or maybe he was lying to keep a margin of advantage. And Fyodor rarely acts in a very direct way, usually putting other people and convoluted plans between himself and anyone who could be involved. Sending Shibusawa to Atsushi might have been such a case.

Contradicting it:

• Fukuchi has no problem attacking Atsushi. The whole Decay of Angels's plan put the life of Tiger Boy in danger multiple times. An odd thing to do, if they goal is something that can be reached only through him.

Possible solution: they know he has regenerative abilities on a nearly Koro-sensei level? I admit, I'm not very sure on this point.

All in all, I think it's a very plausible theory. And do we want to talk about the drama character development it would bring about? Atsushi already questions his right to live, how would knowing that he had been created for some purpose decided by someone else impact his worldview?

In conclusion, I think that the Book is a very interesting, mysterious element, and I really look forward to see if it will be used, by whom, and why Atsushi seems so connected to it.

Thanks to anyone who bothered to read my ramblings!

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd the book #bsd atsushi #bsd sigma #bsd tachihara #bsd fyodor #bsd fitzgerald #bsd shibusawa #bsd meta #bsd theories #bsd spoilers #elia's recaps

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adelindschade · 3 years

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Moroha doesn’t recognize her dad when he’s human.

Edit: I got hit the angst train. And some fluff. (lots of it)

“No, you’re not!”

“Yes, I am.”

“No, you’re not!!”

“Yes, I am.”

Kagome fought a smile as she watched their daughter expressed her frustration. The toddler was adamant; pointing a tiny, accusatory finger towards her father. Her (temporarily) human father.

Inuyasha merely grinned in the face of the girl’s intense interrogation.

“Nuh-huh! You are not!” She shrilled. Had he been armed with his usual acute hearing, maybe he’d wince, but he was not moved in slightest.

He leaned against the wood of their hut comfortably, as he usually did when the day receded and a calm night resumed. His wrist rested on his bent knee, just within reach of their daughter to tugged on his sleeve with as much ferocity a child she as she could muster.

“Moroha,” Kagome intervened. Her tone was soft but reprimanding. A sigh followed – knowing all too well the girl was as stubborn as they could get. Kagome was no more to blame for that trait than Inuyasha either.

Their daughter hadn’t yet grown accustomed to his change. They happened so few in between cycles that she often missed his transformation altogether. She’d sleep soundly while Inuyasha would anxiously guard their home, knowing all too well of the heightened risk, but assured slightly by a confident Kagome that she, too, was capable of defending their abode.

Moroha would not sleep that night. She was met with a stranger in her father’s favorite place. He wore her father’s robe. He even had the audacity to lay a casual hand on her mother – a certain move that would condemn him to the underworld should her father catch him.

“Yes, I am,” Inuyasha repeated, humored by her display.

“You’re not my father!”

“Of course, I am,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re not! You’re different!”

Inuyasha snorted. “Hey kid, look at a mirror. So are you,” he redirected with a straight finger. He was aiming at the mirror besides Kagome.

Moroha was so focused on the imposter that she heeded little attention to the fact her hair had changed, too. She bore the same shade of gold as he did; the striking white strands of hair highlighting the small sliver of demon than run through her veins; and her baby fangs that Kagome cooed over were on full display.

“You smell different!”

“I can barely smell you at all,” he made a motion to sniff. She scrunched her nose and crossed her arms.

“You don’t have ears!” She pointed to his head.

He scoffed. “Yes, I do. See?” He lifted his hair ever so slightly.

“Those are mommy’s ears!”

“You got some of your own,” Inuyasha encouraged. He reached out to gently pinch her own ears – the ones he usually bore – and grinned when awe overwhelmed her face. Her small hands replaced his – feeling the fur of her newfound ears and gasping upon the discovery.

“Mommy! I have ears!”

“Yes, you do,” Kagome coddled. She swaddled up her daughter and nuzzled into her cheek. “You look just like your dad.”

It always endeared her. She swore Moroha was her father’s daughter despite the lack of apparent coloring. Yet, as she glanced at her husband, she knew immediately that Moroha was a mere reflection of her father. As a human, the similarities were uncanny. How she didn’t pin it sooner was beyond her.

“For now,” Inuyasha corrected. He nodded curtly. “Wait until daybreak. You’ll look normal again.”

Normal. He used the word so often to describe her. He was projecting his wish for her to be accepted into society. Sure, she was, within the village limits – but beyond that? He wasn’t naïve to think her oddities wouldn’t be noticed by keener senses. Humans would take heed of her aura, her pointed teeth, and wild streak. Demons could smell her a mile away.

One look was all it would take to confirm she was his and, despite the anxieties that came with raising her, he was elated to know no harm could come to Moroha. Not with him and Kagome around to ensure she’d grow up safe and strong and, most importantly, loved.

“I don’t want normal. I want big ears.”

Inuyasha sighed. She would say that now and cry her heart out when her beloved ears disappeared at daybreak, but as she’d grow older, she’d appreciate the subtlety of her demon heritage. Inuyasha couldn’t deny his. He couldn’t forget the torment that came with being alienated for his unusual eyes, his dog-like ears, and claws.

Kagome could coo over her baby fangs – and Inuyasha would be content to know his daughter was adored for just the way she is, beloved by a woman who had more heart to give than anyone he’d ever known – but Inuyasha also knew beyond the barrier of the village was a cruel world ready to admonish her for those very same features.

“What about the ones your mom makes you?” Inuyasha teased.

This was not the first nor the last time she’d be upset over her lack of ears. Kagome resolved her plight by fashioning a large bow to tie back her hair – a bow that purposely resembled the same pointed arches that mimicked her father’s natural assets.

“These are real!”

“And I bet you can hear a lot with them, too,” Inuyasha grinned.

“Yeah!”

“Yet you can’t tell your old man’s voice apart from an imposter? Hmm,” he played along. He reclined his head back, closing his eyes in contentment. “You’re breaking my heart, Moroha.”

“Sometimes, just like you, your dad changes, too. He can’t be a demon all the time,” Kagome assured. “Let him be human for one night. It’s very exhausting chasing demons all day and then having to chase you, too,” she laughed along.

Moroha scampered onto his lap, unafraid of his embrace – all too accustomed to his protectiveness when he carried her around in similar fashion. She peeked up, still bewildered by his new look. She tugged on his hair, palmed his cheek, and giggled brightly when he bent his face to nuzzle into the crown of her head.

“Are you still sure I’m not your dad?”

“Yeah,” she squealed. He found her weak spot – tickling her sides mercilessly.

“If you rile her up, you’re putting her to sleep yourself,” Kagome warned quietly. Yet, she couldn’t help but glow; she was always put at ease whenever she saw how affectionate he was with her – how gentle he was, too.

“Understood,” Inuyasha beamed.

“I think tonight is the only night you may actually be stronger than me,” he humored. His hands combed through her hair, puzzled by how odd it seemed in contrast to the darker strands he so often saw.

“Wait until she’s older,” Kagome relished. “Try to keep up with her then!”

“Let’s not think about her growing up so fast,” Inuyasha frowned, “let alone running out on your old man,” he added with warmth when the girl looked up with big eyes. “Promise me that, will you? You won’t grow up? That you won’t disappear on me in a blink of the eye?”

“Yeah!”

“I’ll hold you to it,” Inuyasha smiled. Moroha raised her small palm and compared it to his. “And promise me you’ll keep these sharp things to yourself, okay? I don’t want anyone losing an eye anytime soon.” He tapped her claws one-by-one.

“No!” She giggled.

“A real killer, aren’t you? A feral child, huh? Who’s raising you??”

“You!”

“Me? Nah. But I think your dad will be here tomorrow and he’ll set you straight! I don’t have claws or teeth or anything like you but your dad? He can be really scary.”

“No!”

“No? He’s not scary? Well, aren’t you fearless?”

“Let’s not forget she has a mother, too,” Kagome harrumphed. “I’m not raising a feral child. I’m raising a girl with rules! Like bedtime!”

“No!”

Inuyasha laughed. “We have a rebel!”

“Rebels have rules, too, and you, sweetheart, have a really big one to follow.”

“No!”

“How about you sleep and when you wake up, you can your dad all about the stranger who slept over? How about that?”

“Mm.” She mocked deliberation and then flashed a smile. “Okay!”

“Alright, then,” Kagome decided. She plucked Moroha from her post on Inuyasha’s lap. She had a mat already prepared. “Would you like another story or are you all tuckered out from pestering your dad with questions?”

“Story!!”

“Alright then,” Inuyasha began. His hand hovered over her head, only to pat her crown, and tap her nose. “It’s your mom’s turn to tell a story.”

“What about the one with the butterfly?”

#inuyasha #kagome #inukag #moroha #hanyo no yashahime #yashahime #hny #bb moroha #human inuyasha

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thepettymachine · 4 years

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A Different Kind of Jam Legacy Challenge for TS3

Honestly I just wanted to make another challenge that involved colors and had a theme but then it changed into something completely different so I thought I share.

The Jam Legacy is a 9 generation legacy challenge based on fruits you can put into jams/jellies and has a specific color palette if you choose to go with it. Each generation is a quirky bunch and meant for some weird gameplay. So if you enjoy weird gameplay, nice fall colors, and maybe 9 generations of fun, this might be your jam.

For those who wish to do this in TS4, @nadzicle created an excellent conversion of this.

Tag: jam legacy or “@” me

Rules:

All requirements that are needed for the generation are in the “Ingredients” section.

Have fun and do what you want.

Gen 1: Strawberry

Everyone loves strawberries. They are sweet and popular just like you. You love getting to talk and meet new people at every chance you get and everyone loves how friendly you are. But your desire to help people has been the main driving point in your life. As you tend to others, you also tend to neglect taking care of yourself. As a workaholic, your house is a mess, your children don’t get to see you anymore, and your personal life is in shambles. Need to take some PTO if you ask me.

How to make Strawberry:

Ingredients:

Career: Doctor

LTW: Super Popular

2 Traits - Workaholic & Slob

20 Friends

Skill - Charisma

Directions:

Must have the Workaholic and Slob traits

Have 20 friends and maintain those relationships until the next generation.

Neglect your children’s skills (No teaching toddler skills, helping with homework or teaching teens to drive)

Can only clean the house once a week.

Must cancel any other interaction and no outside help

Master the Charisma skill

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Gen 2: Peach

Peaches are nice and juicy, just like your creative process. You enjoy creating as it brings joy to you and those around you. But as a child, your parents neglected you as they were focused on anything and everything but you. So you found love from others and in other places where you felt like you mattered. You deserve a treat and you also treat your children to whatever they want. They’re spoiled rotten.

How to make Peach:

Ingredients:

Career: Self Employed (Painter/Writer/Sculptor)

LTW: Illustrious Author

3 skills - Painting, Sculpting, and Writing

10 Lovers

Found Family

5,000 dollars

Children

Directions:

Master the Painting, Sculpting, and Writing skills.

Have 10 different lovers throughout your lifetime/at the same time

Go to the spa/stylist once a week because you deserve it

Have a maximum of 5,000 in household funds. Any amount over you spend on unnecessary items/furniture/activities

Have a close relationship with your children (spoil them rotten)

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Gen 3: Grape

You’ve always had a dream where you had a big beautiful ranch that would allow for you to take care of your horses in peace as you flaunt your wealth to those who envy you. But working hard for that money is just too much of a hassle unless someone has already done the work for you. If you want to maintain your dream, I guess you gotta marry big or have them die trying. In the meantime, you invest your money into the local businesses around town and have a side gig for nectar making. Then invite those haters to your ranch only for them to be reminded just how much better you are than them. Have a sip of that wine.

How to make Grape:

Ingredients:

Career: Equestrian

LTW: The Jockey

Skills: Nectar Making, Mixology, and Riding

3 pieces of property

2-3 horses

A ranch

Directions:

Own a ranch/farm that’s worth more than $150,000+

Have 2-3 horses

Master the Nectar Making, Mixology, and Riding skills

Host a big party at least once a week

Own 3 pieces of property in town

Win a competition on the highest level for Racing

Marry a rich sim and have them mysteriously die from unknown circumstances

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Gen 4: Plum

You’ve always believed that the universe has the answers to the questions you’ve always wondered. Like why is the sky blue? What really happened to Bella Goth? Was my parent really killed for the insurance money or the inheritance of the ranch? Sometimes these questions are left unanswered which is why you investigate the truth, supernatural or not, because it is waiting out there to be solved. Might as well document it for the views.

How to make Plum:

Ingredients:

Career: Private Investigator

LTW: Pervasive Private Eye

Skills: Logic and Social Networking

A 5 star blog

1 death

1 death flower

A death cure (ambrosia & death fish)

Directions:

Master the Logic and Social Networking skill

Have a 5 star blog

Have a death flower in your inventory so you can meet the Grim Reaper and beat death once

Have a sour relationship with your living parent and bring back your dead parent (if you can/applicable)

Be turned into a supernatural and then find the cure to be turned back (optional to be human again)

Be abducted by aliens and have an alien child.

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Gen 5: Pumpkin

There’s always been an obsession with finding ways to tinker and fix things with you. You’ve always found comfort in creating something with your bare hands and you tend to enjoy your own company and make few friends since you live far away from everyone else. It’s mostly because you need the space for your inventions and experiments with time travel. Wait what?!You also pride yourself by living off your own land and deciding not to feast on your animal companions you find in the wilderness as they are your only friends.

How to make Pumpkin

Ingredients:

Career: Inventor

LTW: Renaissance Sim

Skills: Inventing, Handiness, and Science

3 children

5 woodland creatures

Trait: Vegetarian

Directions:

Master the Inventing, Handiness, and Science skills

One of your children have to be from the time machine

No more than 3 kids in the household

House must be as far away from the town as possible

Own at least 5 small pets in your home.

Everything you cook must come from your garden, so no grocery shopping from the fridge

Must have the Vegetarian trait.

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Gen 6: Pomegranate

As a child, you’ve always wanted to see the sights and travel from your little corner of the world. But your heart has always yearned for a big family you never received for when you were younger. To have two worlds come together, you decide to do most of your traveling in spring/summer and stay at home in the fall/winter seasons. When you’re at home, you spend time with your children and cook their favorite meals all while joined by the fire. And when you’re not at home, you are traveling those big adventures you’ve always dreamed of doing and to bring home the stories and souvenirs your loved ones will enjoy. What a good life indeed.

How to make Pomegranate:

Ingredients:

Career: Stay at Home Parent

LTW: Seasoned Traveler

5 children

Skill - Cooking

Directions:

Spouse has to be from a different world than you

Have 5 children and have a great relationship with all of them

Master the Cooking skill

Celebrate each holiday at least once.

Cook everyone’s favorite meal at least once

Own a complete collection of artifacts from any destination

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Gen 7: Orange

Listening to stories growing up about meeting new people and exploring new worlds has put the call of adventure into your heart. But with the limited time in this world and so many resources on your hands, you’re kinda indecisive about what to do. So basically you just do about everything on an impulsive whim. Joined a band, check. Streak in public, check. Fought a shark, check. Got eaten by a cowplant and lived, check. Turn everybody into a zombie, thought about it. Go to the future and create a dystopian future, oh there’s an idea. Yeah you’re not settling for a while. Not until you find your greatest adventure.

How to make Orange:

Ingredients:

LTW: Jack of all Trades

1 best friend

10 skills

10 jobs

3 moves

1 great adventure

Directions:

Know 10 skills but never master any of them

Spend your life finding the greatest adventure that no one else in your family has done before.

Greatest adventure is defined by you and what you believe is an adventure.

Marry your best friend as an adult

Move 3 times in your lifetime

Have at least 10 jobs under your belt (but you don’t have to reach the highest level in any of them)

Do the most dangerous inappropriate stuff at least 3 times a week.

Streaking/Skinny dipping/making out with a married person/fighting a child/etc

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Gen 8: Kumquat

You can’t stand the status quo of things and you definitely can’t stand the injustice that society normalizes. So something has to change, rather through art or always fighting the system, you believe in changing the world. One step at a time.

How to make Kumquat

Ingredients:

LTW: Street Credible

Rebel Status

2 local protests

1 skill - Street art

3 enemies

1 change to the world

Directions:

Pull pranks as a teenager on all your neighbors

Get kicked out of college

Reach level 10 of the Rebel status

Protest at least 2 times a week

Master the Street art skill

Have 3 enemies

Can not have a typical career/9-5 job

Contribute to the future - create a utopia/dystopia for the future, become a politician as an adult or become a teacher to teach the youth. Up to you.

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Gen 9. Blackberry

Growing up, you’ve learned how to always fight for the things you love. Through the strums of your guitar, you’ve created a melody that others can get behind when they are sad, angry, or happy. It’s the battle cry of your performance and the applause of the crowds that keep you going. It’s just that sometimes you wish you had someone to keep you going when things get rough as well. At least you have your bandmates, right?

How to make Blackberry

Ingredients:

LTW: One Sim Band

Career: Band member/Singer

4 Skills: Guitar, Drums, Piano, and Bass

2 failed relationships

1 comeback tour

1 true love/soulmate

Directions:

Master the Guitar, Drums, Piano, and Bass Skills

Create/Join a Band

Have 2 failed relationships before finding the one

True Love Checklist - Attractive, Compatible Sign, 2 similar traits, and the Virtuoso trait

Become a 5 star celebrity

Quit the band to have a solo career as a Singer

Reunite as elders for your comeback tour

Thank you for trying this challenge. Feedback is always welcomed.

Edit: 10/22/21

#this took me about a month and a half #i was too stubborn to abandon it for something of a simple theme #but i just didnt want to do the nsb and decided to make something different #so enjoy my challenge if it works for you #sims #ts3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 #ts3 challenge #ts3 legacy challenge #jam legacy challenge #this is why ive been mia lately and also cause im tired from work #might play this later

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ninjakitten1699 · 3 years

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More Oni headcanons that I wanted to add on

to @ambrosial-tea post but I forgot until now!

There are different tribes of Oni as stated in the last post. Aka Oni (Red), Ao Oni (Blue), Shiro Oni (Pale/White), and our Kuro Oni (Black/Dark).

We don’t know too much of the Dark Oni we got but we do know that Oni were originally intended to be guardians between Material Plane and Spirit World when the two began overlapping (possibly The Grasslands/Departed, and Cursed Realm before they began separating). Put a tribe of Oni on the Material Plane for a couple years and they’d splinter into subraces of Oni and become more corrupted by the years. Dark Oni became one of the tribes corrupted.

Aka Oni are the most common type of Oni with their dark red colors, large size, and toughness. They’re slightly bigger than the rest of their kin, more violent, unfocused, and pursue immediate satisfaction, disregarding long drawn out plots and schemes. They’re mostly known for strength too.

Ao Oni are known for their unnatural cunning and aptitude for magic, smaller than their red kin but larger than pale, and have different shades of dark blue. They’re the ones you’d catch calculating and meticulously pursuing lofty goals like power and knowledge.

Shiro Oni are known for their aloofness and connections to the spirit realm. They’re the smallest of the main three tribes and the fewest of members. They vary from pale white to light gray. (They may as well adopt other Oni who share their colors and hopefully teach them their ideals.) Pale Oni would rather keep things in balance between the material plane and spirit world as the ancient Oni intended. They guard their locations but will adventure for artifacts of the spirit world and mend balance. If we take that into account perhaps they are another reason why Realm travel is difficult to Oni who try to cross through the any of the realms involving afterlives.

While Oni have no concept of gender since they have both reproductive organs, they also have no concept of sexualities either. Honestly they just didn’t have a name for it when one didn’t feel the need to have sex or when another felt more attracted to the same sex aspects of their partner. (If anything, their type of relationships or way of thinking would be looked up upon because they felt closer to their spirituality and their true selves.) Again they sometimes don’t mate for reproduction but just for the vibes of their partner.

They probably didn’t have a name for having multiple partners at the time either. If one Oni wanted to be a part of what the other two had and they were content with the feel of them, then it was okay. Plus more hands to help raise the cub personally. (Essentially that’s what PolyGarm would basically be. They make Garm happy, they’re happy with him, and Lloyd would basically have more than two parents. At this point Lloyd would just have more dads and Koko is just the one good mom he deserves.)

The second Oni learn what kisses are and how they work, they find it just as addictive as they do with other acts of affection.

Oni are more closer to their family than they are to strangers because in most Oni’s belief, strangers brought suffering to the family. In turn they displayed their family’s name first before their own, showing pride in them and hoping to intimidate any strangers with ill intent towards them.

Speaking of Oni names, they don’t usually have any but when they do their names would be what positive traits the parents wish the child to take on. For example, a son could have “Akihiko”. “Aki” meaning “bright” and “hiko” meaning “boy/prince”. They could want him to be someone brighter than they ever hoped for. For a daughter, “Asuna” with “asu” meaning “tomorrow” and “na” to “greens” or “apple tree”. Maybe the parents are hoping the Oni daughter would lead them to a more plentiful day. And then there’s the family names. The most famous ones are “Hideyoshi” and “Ishikawa”. We’ve heard of these names and the history behind them, I wouldn’t want to come across any of their descendants that carry their name with honor.

Ironically “Harumi” is actually a name for a female Oni in some home brewing lore. One of her meanings is “govern/rule” and “beauty”. Goes to show how far she would take her name literally.

Shiro Oni/Pale Oni don’t have names, but it’s because they don’t want to be too close to the material plane while they guard the spirit realms. They would refer to themselves and each other as “that/this one” instead like how gargoyles in the old days would. If they come up with names, it’s for the sake of working with others on the material plane, but even then it only happens when they really trust the people around them.

Oni have a large appetite that could put the Pythor and the Anacondrai to shame. They could honestly compete against the Great Devourer and other wyrms.

An Oni’s pair of horns are a sign of honor. No pair of horns are alike, not even the closest siblings’ horns look the same. They all have their differences. Their horn length is their pride. Having them sawed off is quite literally shameful to the owner of them but they did do something to deserve it.

It’s possible that some Oni were confused at Garm’s horns not being there at first but they hear about the first time they grew out of his head he quite literally broke them off and bled for a good long while to the point of passing out. (Blood vessels actually go throughout the antlers/horns in animals which is why they aren’t busted right off easily. Why wouldn’t they to Oni horns?) Come to find out it was the FSM’s hate for Oni that made Garm hate himself and how he looked so Garm had them filed down to his scalp or small enough to hide in his hair. It honestly almost hurts the Oni’s look on the FSM even more but hey who hasn’t he hurt? It takes a couple more decades and some therapy before he finally let’s go of his internalized self hatred and trauma that he grows out his horns and finally has pride in himself like most Oni already do.

So it’s not uncommon for Oni to live among other races, whether secretly or not, due to their shapeshifting abilities, however sometimes they’re immediately shunned when their true form slips out. Unless they proved otherwise to the most accepting of inhabitants, they’re allowed to stay. By then they’d have a hybrid appearance with their horns out, either out of their kindness to ease the others’ fear of them or for their own personal benefit.

Oni that do live on their own choose to live in the wilderness or in the mountains. If living in society but still wanting some sort of solitude, they’d either be closer to the outskirts or deep in the downtown where you’d either have to ask directions to specific people to find them or already know where they are. Hence Mistaké with her small tea shop and Wu being able find her.

As stated before Oni have no problems with Half-Oni at all. They’re just welcoming another cub into the pack and it’s just the fact that they are a child of an Oni who fell in love with another humanoid. Although there are some cases of Oni being chased out by the other race with their cub in their arms and they just run until they find the closest tribe. They’d be welcomed into the tribe and the cub is basically adopted by them.

Again half Oni isn’t a problem to them, but they do have a problem with any particular wizards experimenting on Oni breeding with any other humanoids. The know it’s not the parents’ fault neither is the cub’s. If neither parent want nothing to do with them, then the half Oni cub is taken off of their hands by another Oni who was grieving at a loss of a cub (or the realization they couldn’t have any) or a pairing who wouldn’t mind another. The cub won’t have a terrible environment, the parents won’t have to unwillingly interact with the child until they resolve their own issues or they wish to visit and see them grow.

Meanwhile, those wizards will never know peace again until the day they die, even other tribes, who they could be at war with, will catch wind of what happen and help in taking them out. By the time those wizards die, even the Pale Oni who have no ties with Omega or any other tribes won’t be forgiving to them. They won’t do anything too harmful to them, but they will lead them to the terrible part of the Cursed Realm and those wizards proceed to stay there until they fade out of existence entirely.

Enough angst there and let’s go back to fluff. I bet Oni would love dice. Like not even for games but for the click-clack sound. (“Lloyd. They’re metal dice. You cannot have—.” “Shiny sparkly metal bits make pretty sounds! :D” “Garmadon please tell your son not— Not you too!” “Wha~ It does sound pretty.”)

Y’all know how like adult lions play with their babies? They pretend to be hurt and that the cub is super strong to help build up their confidence. Hear me out, Oni do that too. Big goddamn Omega really be taking hits from tiny little cubs, Mistaké be playing with little Garmadon and playing dead on him, then Garm just does the same thing for little Lloyd. (“Koko, sweetie, help. It’s the battle of the century in here. Help, save me. He’s too powerful!” “*tiny war cry*”)

Someone makes a baby Oni cry one time and boy it’s absolutely over. It’s on sight for that person. I’m telling you On Sight!

Oni can purr loud enough to the point where it rumbles in them like a motor and that’s how cubs feel their parents’ purring. Then there’s baby Oni just babbling and the adult Oni just pretend to have a whole conversation with them. Don’t get me started on them playing soft flute music to help the toddler Oni sleep.

We probably only got a few words out of Omega when they first appeared because we were hearing them through human ears. Lloyd’s Oni brain would click on and translates what he knows while Garm in full Oni form can get full sentences out of Omega.

Oni are willing to learn a different language if it helps others understand them and their intentions. Now let’s just think of Lloyd connecting to his Oni side of the family (since let’s face it, the Oni are going to be around longer than most of his friends are) through teaching them sign language.

They also try to teach him their Oni tongue but he can only grasp a few words at a time easily. When he finally learns the language, next thing you know he’s going to be cursing and only Oni will understand. Some (aka Mistaké) want to scold him and others (*cough*Garmadon*cough*) find it hilarious.

Garmadon’s Oni-Dragon hybrid brain wants him to decorate his significant others and now I think of Oni just sharing the precious items they hoard with their mate. Wait till they figure out they can make jewelry and have their significant other wear it.

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linyi-is-dreaming · 3 years

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The Drop Of A Tear - 15

BTS V x Y/N (Reader)

Summary: Tae meets a woman who is very manipulative. Before he even notices anything, she got him around her finger. He decides to leave his wife Y/N and his four kids to start a new life with the new woman. This perfect house of cards that he had just started to build, starts to unfold as she starts to show her true face. Piece by piece it makes him feel sick. Tae notices his wrong doing as his house of cards starts to fall apart. Regret and hate towards himself makes him wish to turn things around. Will he be able to safe his house of cards and to get back what he once threw away?

CHAPTER 15

“Are you sure I should not come with you?”, Jungkook asks as he talks with Y/N on the phone. He can hear that she seems to have come to a stop as the motor of her car is no longer hearable. “I would only need a few minutes to be there if you want me to.”

“I told you I will do this on my own and now I am already in front of Tae’s house. I will be alright. Plus, I do not know how he will take it if he sees you here with me at this moment.”

“I know you will be alright but if anything is happening that you do not like, text or call me immediately. I do not care what he thinks. You know that.” A small laugh escapes Y/N as she hears the cockiness in Jungkook’s voice.

“Yeah, I know... By the way, I thought you are at Yoongi’s studio today?” Surprised by her question, he looks at Yoongi who shows him with his hand to cut the call. Jungkook watches Yoongi turn his eyes before he turns back to his computer.

“I am. I am at Yoongi’s studio right now.”

“He does not mind that you are still talking to me instead of working?”

“He actually curses at me for the last five minutes…”, he confesses as he mouths a sorry to Yoongi who is turning his eyes once again. Yoongi tries to be as patient as he can but slowly, he is starting to lose any patience he got left. Y/N’s deep breath are clear to hear on the phone. As the need to let out a deep breath himself, he takes a long breath as he sits down on the couch behind Yoongi’s chair. “Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“You better hang up now. We got work to do. Y/N can take care of herself!”, Yoongi whispers.

“No.”, she answers. “I better get going.”

“Okay.” For a moment it was silent. No one said a word nor did anyone want to hang up the call. The silence on the phone was cut short though when Y/N heard a slap. It sounded like something heavy must either been dropped or thrown. The groan from Jungkook makes her fear that he might got hurt.

“Are you okay?”, Y/N wonders. “What was that slapping sound?”

“Yeah, I am good. Yoongi hit me with a book.”, Jungkook answers as he throws an angry look at Yoongi.

“With a book?”

“I swear, if you both do not say good bye right now, I will not allow any phones in my studio anymore!”, Yoongi yells as he walks to the other side of the room to grab a drink from his little studio fridge.

“I better hang up now.”, Jungkook states as he touches the back of his head.

“Okidoki. I will talk to you later.”

“Call me when you left his place.”

“Will do. Bye.”

“Bye.” As soon as Jungkook said ‘bye’, she hangs up to avoid any possibility of her staying on the phone any longer. As she hangs up, she looks around the neighborhood as another deep breath leaves her lips.

“You got this Y/N.”, she assures herself. Carefully, she picks up the divorce paper. “Just say ‘here are the paper’ and leave. Nothing more. Don't let him talk you into a conversation. Just bring the paper and leave immediately.” The walk from the parking lot in front of his fence to his front door might just take a minute but to her, it felt like an eternity. “Just breath.”, she tells herself as she notices how fast her heart is starting to beat. Nervously, she puts the paper under her left arm as she rings the bell with her right hand. The silence after, was soon disturbed as she hears the key movement at the door.

“I was already waiting for you, Y/N.”, Tae greets friendly as he opens his front door. “You found your way to my new address.” His voice sounds happy, too happy for her taste. ‘Didn’t he know I would come with the divorce papers today’, she wonders. Y/N nods whilst she holds the divorce paper in front of her.

“I came with the paper. The divorce papers.”, she says slowly. “I already signed them.”

“That is why you wanted to meet up?”, Tae asks disappointed as he leans against his door frame.

“I had to give the papers to you personally. I wanted to make sure you would receive them.”

“I see.”, Tae sighs as he stands upright again. “Come in. I will make us something to drink.”, Tae offers as he opens the door widely but Y/N does not look up at him nor does she show any sign to enter his house. “Don’t you want to come inside? I could make a toast if you are hungry.”

“I don’t want to go inside.”, she says as her fingers start to move nervously. The sound of her fingers tap on the paper is not staying unnoticed by him. He keeps looking between her face and her fingers nervously.

“Is everything alright? If your blood sugar is low again, I can get you a snicker or something-”

“No, thanks. I only came to bring you the papers. Our divorce papers, Tae. Just take them., please.”, Y/N interrupts him as she hands him the paper.

“Y/N, please. Let’s think about it some more.”, Tae begs. Even though she is still holding the papers towards him, Tae makes no effort to take them from her. “We do not need to sign those papers. We can make it up on other terms.”

“Other terms? No, the papers have all the regulations required in black and white. Take them.”

“We were so perfect together. You are the best wife and mother I could have even imagined. Let's not rush it.” Angrily, she looks at him. “I do not want to make you angry but, look what our family had achieved together. We were so perfect. Can we try that again? No matter what the rules are, I follow every single one of yours to make this work.”

“You wanted to rush into a divorce first. So, take the papers.”, Y/N says as calmly as she could. She knows if he would get angry, she would have failed for him to take the papers from her.

“Come inside, please. I will make some coffee. My coffee machine makes amazing Cappuccinos. The ones you like with the extra cream on top.”

“Tae, I am not here for a small talk. I just want to give you the papers and leave.”, she explains as she stretches her arms even more to get the papers closer to him.

“Y/N, I love you. I still love you so deeply. How can I show it to you? I really mean when I say-”, his voice shuts down as soon as he sees her hand showing him to stop.

“I am not here to hear you out. Take the papers!”

“Only if you come inside first, please.”

“Just take them.”

“Is it so horrible to come inside and to talk to me? Am I such a nightmare to even look at? You looked at me for maybe ten seconds from the whole time you are here.”

“I should have left already by now. I have to go.”

“I moved for us. For our family. Take a fast tour through the house and you will see how beautiful the rooms for our children have become. The kitchen is a similar to the design of the old house but got all the things you wanted to be added to the old one. All the summer vacation photos are hanging by the stair case. The oldest one is on the bottom and the higher we go, to the latest one-.”

“You mean, just because you are selling our former home and living here, it would change a thing?”, she interrupts. “What about the missing photo of the summer our upcoming divorce went public? What about the summer that your side fling had destroyed for my kids? The summer, when you did not even have the guts to show up because you had to find yourself again? It is always about you. Always about what you want! I have enough. I am done.”

“Y/N, do not say that.”

“Tae, I am so done! Do you have any ideas how much strength it even costs me to stand here? Do you have any idea how much I hate you for everything you have done to us? Our young girl is getting bullied because of what is going on in the news! Her friends turned their backs on her. Do you even know how much she cried when you do not even call her back and how hurt she was when she had lost her friends at the same time? From all the kids, she needed you the most! You were not there for not even one kid!”

“That is not true because I tried my best!”, Tae yells in frustration.

“Not true? Okay, here we go. The older girl noticed way too much of what was happening. Do you have any idea how unhappy she still is? She wishes you were not her father anymore. The worst part, I cannot even blame her. What about the big boy’s game? You will not watch it? Why? Did you forget that you have a son who loves to play for his team and that his game which was set weeks ago would be on that damn weekend? The worst thing about it all, your own toddler does not recognize you as his father!”, Y/N yells. Her yelling is no longer anger, but also pain. The pain, to her frustration, he does not seem to be able to feel. “Do you finally get it? You dropped your kids because you needed time for yourself. You dropped them to have time for this horrible woman. You dropped them as they would not even be your kids. They mean nothing to you. Be honest, just once for the last two years.” Y/N can see the fight in Tae’s eyes before he looks down ashamed. It makes her feel bad to make him feel so low of himself but on the other side she went through so much more, that she starts to believe that this cold truth might help him realize that he is no longer needed around. It might be cold but it would be the best for her kids, Y/n believes.

“I am so sorry. I truly am fucking sorry. I know now, how different I should have had behaved but, I was so stupid.”, Tae says as wipes the tears off his face. “I was too blind to see what I was doing...”

“Way too late, Tae.”

“I know.”, he says as he puts his hands out to take the papers as their eyes meet. In the last second just as he was to grab the papers, he pulls his hands back. “But do you not think, for just one second, that we could start all over again?”

“No, we cannot.”

“I am not home until you are with me, Y/N. I need you and the kids back with me. Without you, there is no home. I regret it all so much. Don’t you see”

“Tae. Just take the papers so that I can leave.”

“I only take them if you come inside first.”

“What do you expect to happen when I come inside? You will only be mad and I will be hurt even more.”, she explains as she wipes the tear that just escaped.

“I am sorry. I know the tears are because of the pain I cost you.”, he sighs as he closes the door behind him. He puts his hand on her upper arm and turns her towards the bench. “Can we at least sit on this bench over there?”, he asks her softly.

“Tae, I really-”

“I am not about to fight with you.”, he assures. “I just want to talk to you, please. I think we have more to discuss than we both thought we would have to.”

“Fine.”, Y/N tells him as she walks over to the bench. “Make it short.” Tae nods as he sits down next to her.

“Thank you.”, Tae says with a relaxed facial expression. “I just want to understand why I was not allowed to pick you and the kids up from your current home? I just do not understand why you would keep me away from your house and not tell me that you are not living at your old one anymore.”

“It is not as I want to keep you away from our house.”, she lies. “I was just thinking about my princess. If you two would bust heads again. The ride in the car would be a mess for everyone involved.”

“I understand that but look, I am trying to figure out how to be alright with my kids again but I need your help to do that.”

“My help?” Y/N notices how nervous he rubs his hands.

“I want my kids to forgive me for destroying our family but they do not care when I am around. I am a ghost to them.”

“They care but they waited so long for you to make a step towards them that they built up a wall to protect themselves. They just do not know how to handle their emotions right now. You must give them time.”

“It’s been almost a year...”, he comments with a sadness in his voice. “Is there anything I can do? Something I did not try yet? I just want to have at least one lovely night of us playing cards and just talk about our day...”

“You can only give them time and space. That is all you can do.” As soon as the word ‘space’ came out of her mouth, Tae looks eye widened at her.

“I will not stop contacting them, if that is what you are telling me!”, he says in a deep voice which sounded like a warning. His face shows the opposite of what his voice sounded like. It looked more fragile and hurt than angry or aggressive.

“That is not what I am saying. If you invite the kids to go the ice cream shop for example, just take the kids who want to go and find something else for the others. Princess used to love to go horse riding with you, maybe you can try that.” Tae nods as he lets the suggested ideas cross his mind. He knows that she might be right. Maybe it is even better not to push them to do activities together but to do something the kids suggest instead.

“Sounds right. I will think about that.”, Tae states as he looks deeply into her eyes. “I missed this. Just to sit with you and to talk with you.” His voice was so warm and calm that she does not even notice that he placed one of her hands in his hands. Even though she is noticing it now, she feels frozen as all the emotions come back up. The soft look in his teary eyes. The careful touch of his thumb on the back of her hand. Y/N cannot help herself as to think back, when they were just engaged. It was after one Tae’s band concerts. The little walk whilst he held her hand. The snowy night on the bench whilst he moved his thumb up and down her hand. How he said that the engagement ring looks so much better on her and how he could not wait to add a wedding ring to it. Only after a blink, she notices that she keeps starring for too long into his eyes.

“I think I should get going.”, she says quietly as she removes her hand from his hands and quickly places the papers on his lap. “Bye Tae.”

“Why are you running away?”, he asks as he gets up. She takes two more quick steps before she stops. As soon as she stops in her tracks, he walks up behind her.

“I am not running away.”, she explains. “I just do not know what to feel either. Let’s be honest, we both don’t. What the hell are we even doing? Why did you do that to us? Why did you destroy us?” At her last words, both feel the sadness rushing over them. Tae nor Y/N are able to hide any of their tears as their pain is taking over their bodies.

“I have no answer to why.”, Tae sobs. “I can only tell you that I felt horrible after realizing what I did. I just could not stop. It was selfish, I see that now. Back then-”, he stops himself from talking as he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. “Back then, I did not know what I wanted for us. I felt like I was losing you because you were doing everything at home and all I did was bringing the money home and to be dad for an hour for the kids before their bed time. I was no husband to you. I was a roommate to you. A room mate who became lonely and someone who doubted himself as a father and husband. I tried so hard to be better for all of you, but I failed. I drank too much that one night and one thing led to the other...”

“Why did you say nothing? Why did you never told me how you felt? I was your damn wife, Tae! You should have trusted me as I trusted you! I thought everything was going great between us and that the sadness in your eyes came from working too much. You always said you felt overworked but never that it was because your emotions... Why did you not come to me? I was your wife, your friend and most importantly, your partner. Why did you not talk to me?”

“I do not have an answer for why I did what I did... I guess I felt hurt to not be man enough to be there for you and for our kids. The guilt of having a family that I no longer knew how to be the man of anymore was eating me up.”

“Before you started to... Did you doubt me? Did you think I would have let you down?”

“No, I never had a single doubt in my mind that I could not lean on you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me anything then? I don’t understand you, Tae!”

“Because I could not be who you needed me to be. I was not able to admit it because I was afraid how you would see me if I would. I was so worried that you would pack your stuff and leave.”

“You are so stupid. All I needed from you is to see me as your partner who you could trust. See me as someone you can go to when you feel lost, hurt or any kind of emotion that you need to talk about. I tried so hard to be someone who returns your love and someone you would not be afraid of to tell what is going on. But most importantly, I needed you to be the father our boys could look up to and maybe someone they would like to become. I needed you to be an example to our daughters to see how a real man treats the woman he loves. That is all I needed from you.”, she explains as she sobs. “That is all I ever wanted and needed from you.” As the words leave her lips, she can feel her heart ache once again.

“Do you still love me?”, he asks carefully as he removes her hair from her face. ‘Do I still love him?’, Y/N asks herself as she says nothing whilst looking at him. In hope that there might be a little flame somewhere within her, he places his hand carefully on the side of her neck as he looks deep inside her eyes. As he moves his face closer to hers, something inside her seem to be happy to get close to the one who was such a big part in her life but on the other side, something felt so badly wrong about it. Just before their lips touch, Tae pulls away. “You have no answer as you do not know if you do, right? Is that why you were okay if I would have just kissed you?”, Tae questions as he moves his finger under her chin. “This is why I say we should wait. We both still feel connected to each other. I know you do because I feel it too.”

“Tae, I got to go.”, she says as she touches his wrist to remove his hand from her face. Just as she was about to remove his hand, she keeps looking into his eyes. Those eyes were home to her once, those lips spoke the most calming and romantic words in the most beautiful way. She closes her eyes after realizing how much she keeps staring at his lips.

“I thought you wanted to leave.”, he remembers her calmly as he removes his arm from her.

“I am about to do that.”, she says as her eyes wonder to his chest which was once her pillow at night. All the emotions from the good days start to creep up. The urge to kiss him, feel him close again is starting to grow stronger. All the good memories they shared, flash before her eyes so fast that she has trouble to focus on any of the memories. If it was his scent or just that he was standing so close, Y/N could not say what it is that makes her wanting him. There is just something that makes her want to be closer to him. This feeling is twisted, so twisted that it starts to confuse her. ‘How could I want him now, after everything he did to me? How come I have to fight myself not to give in? What does this mean?’, she asks herself as she looks away.

“Y/N. Why don’t you st-” He stops to speak as he sees her eyes looking deeply into his with an expression he has not seen in a long time. He can clearly see that there is something longing for him within her eyes but he knows, he should not make the first move. Her mind starts to fill with the wish to be adored again, to be loved again. She knows that Tae would never able to give her what her heart desires and that she would never be able to trust him ever again the way she once did. ‘The feeling I have for you, it is stronger than what I ever felt for anybody else.’; Jungkook words were suddenly so clear to hear to her that she notices what she almost wanted to. It was enough though, for her to know what she rather wants and just like a thunder in the sky, her mind starts to clear up. ‘Jungkook.’, a voice in her head repeats. Y/N’s hands push Tae backwards to gain some space as she takes a step back. “That was a mistake.”, she says quietly as Tae steps closer to her. again “No! Stay away. I cannot believe that I almost did that!”, she tells him as tears run down her cheeks. Before Tae has even a chance to say anything else, she runs towards her car.

“Y/N! Y/N! Wait! Let’s talk about this.”, he screams after her as she keeps running faster and faster towards her car. He wants to run behind her, but he knows that she needs space. Space from him no matter how hard it might get for himself. If he really wants his family back, he knows that he needs to put himself back first. “Stop running from me.”, he says quietly with a broken voice as he watches her getting into her car. For a moment he fights with himself if he should stop her from leaving or if he should just let her go. As she drives off, he looks at the papers in his hand. “I will see you soon, Y/N.” Tae looks one more time after the car before she is out of sight.

As Y/N drives off onto the street, she keeps scolding herself for the desire to be close with the man again, who cheated on her. No matter how much Y/N is thinking about the feeling which made her almost kiss him, she cannot help but cry. Cry in disappointed about herself. The fear of becoming weak for a man who did this to her family makes her wonder, if she could sink any lower than that. Even though she keeps looking for the reason her feelings came back, she cannot help but blame herself to have not listening to Jungkook. Jungkook told her to not bring the divorce papers personally. He warned her and she did not listen. The feeling of having messed up, starts to surface on her mind. “Why am I so stupid?”, she questions herself as she keeps driving along the street. As her view became too blurry to drive, she stops on the side of the road. “Why can I not hate you? I have a right to do so, but I just cannot do it... What the fuck is wrong with me?”, she asks as she leans back into her seat. The tears run down from her face like a waterfall. It feels as she would have betrayed her own kids. She told them, that they will not be one family again and that she will not waste another tear about him. But is somebody to blame for the feeling somebody has for a person who has no control over them? “Why did I want kiss him?”, Y/N wonders quietly to herself. She starts to wonder if she could keep up with all the promises she made. “I just want to forget all the happy times. I want to hate you, Tae. I just cannot do it and I do not know why...” Angrily, she throws her phone onto the passenger seat as she crosses her arms on the wheel. “Not just that I am an idiot for what I did, but what about Jungkook? Why did I drag him into this?”, she questions herself guilty.

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It was not long after Jungkook’s phone call with Y/N, that he left Yoongi’s studio. Nervously, he walks up and down his living room. At first, he was just worried about her but by each hour that passed, he got more and more concerned. “Where are you Y/N?”, he wonders loudly as he checks the time on his watch again. “You wanted to be back before seven pm... It is already past eight-thirty. I hope Tae did not do anything stupid.”, he mutters as he puts his phone down. As his phone rings, he picks up quickly. “Y/N?”

“Uhm, maybe you should check who is calling you, Jungkook.” Even as he recognized the voice, he decided to check the caller’s name anyway on his screen. Disappointed about the caller not being Y/N, he sighs lightly as he places the phone in his other hand.

“Princess, did you change your mind? Do I have to come to pick you kiddies up?”

“No. Sis and I got our own room. The boys share the room.”

“Sounds nice.”, he says. “Something wrong because you called me?”

“Not really. I just wanted to let you know that you packed two pajamas for Sis but none for me...” Jungkook slaps himself in his face as he goes through his mind on how he packed the bag for the three older ones to stay the night at Jimin’s house. “I told you, you would need help with packing.”

“I am sorry, Princess. Do you want me to bring you yours or did you find a solution?”

“I am allowed to wear uncle Jimin’s wife pajamas. It is a little big but it is okay.”

“Good.”

“We are going to sleep now. Is mom there?”

“She did not arrive yet.”

“Nevermind. I will tell her tomorrow.”

“Good night!”

“Good night, uncle Jungkook.”, the girls say in unison. The sweet way the girls were speaking, makes him smile as he sits down on the couch. “Y/N, is that you?”, Jungkook wonders as he hears keys at the front door. Happy about her return, he walks towards her. “How did it go?”, he asks curiously as he steps in front of her. “I was already worried because you did not call me.”, he adds as he waits for to have taking off her shoes. As soon as he noticed the redness in her face, the tried tears on her cheek, his voice turns into a very worried one. “What happened? Did he touch you? Did he yell at you?” Whilst Y/N shakes her head to answer him, he pulls her into a tight hug. “You do not have to answer, it’s okay. You are safe here.” In the moment, he puts his hand on the back of her neck, she starts to cry again.

“I am so stupid! Why are my emotions so fucked up?”, she sobs.

“Oh, Y/N... Don’t be so hard on yourself.” He moves his hand along her shoulders as he keeps her tight with his other arm around her waist. “What happened? You said you would only bring the papers.” Y/N nods to answer his question. “Did he hurt you?” This question is breaking her once again as she thinks about the moment, she thought about kissing Tae.

“I am such a fool. I am such an idiot!”, she confesses angrily. “Why did I not handle it differently? I should have just thrown the papers at his feet and leave. Why did I even talk with him?”

“It is okay. Do you want to talk about it?”, he asks as he holds her by her upper arms. His eyes are looking for hers to make eye contact with her but her eyes are more focused on his chest. It took a few more tries to finally make the eye contact happen. Her eye color looks so intense, but so beautiful. It is a few tones lighter in comparison to her eye color when she didn't cry. “You do not need to speak about it, but I just want to help you. I can only help if I know what is going on.”

“I am an idiot, that’s what’s up...” Y/N uses her arm sleeves to wipe her face dry before she looks into Jungkook’s eyes before she looks past him. “I am just so ashamed.”

“What did you do?”, Jungkook wonders as he panics on the inside if she might have forgiven him. Slowly, she removes herself from Jungkook. “Did you two... You know?”

“No, but...”

“But?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Just tell me, tell me brutally honestly. Why can I not hate him as much as I want to? I want to hate him, so badly, but I just cannot do it... I always said I did, but somehow I realized today that I don’t.”

“Oh, Y/N.”, he sighs.

“Should I not hate him for what he did to me and my kids? He did not only hurt me badly but my kids as well.”

“You will not like my answer.”

“Try me.”, she tells him as she cannot help but sob.

“You are not the person to hate or to wish bad upon someone. That is simply not you.”, he answers as he wipes the tears off her face with his sleeves. “You are just confused and you have a right to be confused.”

“Why am I like this? I do not know what to feel or what is even right to feel anymore.” The speed of her talking makes Jungkook even more worried but he hopes that she will finally say what had truly happened at Tae’s house.

“That is okay. I guess I was no help either with my confession the other night.”

“I wanted to-”, she stops talking as she wonders if she would hurt him by explaining what she had almost done. Her eyes immediately looking for his to see if he noticed what she just tried to tell him. Her eyes immediately look away as the embarrassment starts to grow.

“You wanted to do what?” Y/N starts to play with her arm sleeves as she gets more nervous. “Y/N, what did you just try to tell me?”, he wonders worriedly. A long sigh leaves her lips before she looks back into his eyes.

“I... I...”

“Breath and just tell me.”

“I almost kissed him when my emotions overwhelmed me.”, she explains slowly as her a tear escapes her eye. Jungkook’s facial expression is starting to change. At the beginning he looked worried, now it started to look crushed. “I have no explanation on why I did want to. Those feelings were overwhelming me so strongly. I thought I buried them for good... It felt like when we used to date. Like the time when he walked me home and we had to say goodbye on our first date. I do not know why, but all the emotions, memories came back. I stopped myself before I kissed him. The bad memories and your words from the other night cleared my mind. I cannot explain why I wanted to do that...”

“I already asked you, but what about now?”

“What do you mean about now?”

“Do you still love him?”, Jungkook questions nervously as he keeps staring into her eyes. “Maybe you still do and that is why you are feeling this way. Is there a spot in your heart that still loves him and that wants him back?”

“I do not think so.”

“You don’t think so?”

“I thought I was over him but now I am not sure anymore.”

“Answer my next question without thinking. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“I told you how I feel about you but you said nothing in return. Answer honestly! Do you like me more than a friend? Answer in one, two, three.”

“I do.”, she says spontaneously without thinking. “I, I should have not-”

“You, you do?”, he asks as he interrupts her. “Do you really?”

“I kind of do. Lately, I find myself thinking about us. I know, I should not feel this way as you a friend of my soon to be ex but I cannot help it. I thought about us as a fam-”, Jungkook interrupts her words by the touch of his hands beside her jawline.

“If you do not want me to, push me away.”, he says as he leans in to kiss her. The kiss was not a minute but it was enough for both of them to feel the same feeling. Jungkook leans away slowly, while his eyes check her facial expression.

“Did I make your heart beat faster?”, he asks as she keeps looking surprised at him.

“No.”, she answers breathless.

“No?”, he asks as he takes his hands from her.

“It feels as it is about to explode.”, she says as she places her hands on the collar of his t-shirt to pull him closer for a kiss. “This here, makes my heart beat so much faster.”, she says between the kisses. Without saying any other word, Jungkook pulls her closer by her waist. One kiss, turns into more kisses. Neither of them would be able to tell how those three kisses turned into a heated make out but both of them are too lost in the moment to notice that their hands are beneath each other's shirts as Jungkook places kisses along her neck. “Wait. Wait a minute.” Her hands leave his body quickly as she pushed herself off of him. “Are we doing the right thing?”

“Why would it be wrong?”, Jungkook asks as he steps closer her to reduce the distance between them.

“I am still married.”

“This is not adultery as Tae already did that. You have a right to be happy. I want to be your happiness, your shield or even if you want me to be a damn soldier, I would do it for you.”, Jungkook says as he pulls her closer for another kiss on her lips.

“What about him though? If he figures that out?”, she wonders as she kisses him back.

“We will hide it from the kids for now just in case someone would say it accidentally. Afterwards we can inform them about it.”, he explains as he breaks their kiss. He leans his forehead on hers as he licks his lips. “In this way, we would make sure Tae and nobody else would know until we want them to.”

“Are you trying to use me for fun or do you really mean it?” Confused, Jungkook moves his head back and puts his fingers under her chin to make her look up at him.

“I am absolutely not using you for my lust or anything like that! When I confessed to you, I meant it. I just wanted to prevent more drama before the divorce has gone through. If I waited any longer, it would have eaten me alive.” The longer she looks into his eyes, the more she wonders how sincere he means it.

“Okay.”, she tells him.

“Okay?”

“Okay, I trust you. I really like you a lot and if you really feel this strong about me, I will give you a chance.” The smile on Jungkook’s face is immediately there. Slowly, Jungkook moves closer to her face to close the gap between their lips once again.

“If you only knew for how long I wanted to hear those words coming from your lips.”

“Are they truly okay of watching over the kids?”, Y/N wonders as she pushes Jungkook away to make him stop kissing her.

“Yeah. Their sons had the idea.”

“What about my little one?”

“He is already sleeping like a bear. I guess, being a singer has its purpose.”

“Did you sing for him?”

“Just a short lullaby.”

“You sang him a lullaby?”

“I do this since I first took care of him.”

“I did not know that you sing to him.”

“Now you do.”

“Let’s eat something. I bet you must be hungry.”

“I actually am hungry.”, she tells him as she pulls him to a tight hug.

“What are you doing then?”

“I am hungry for more kisses.”

“Ask and you will be given.”, he jokes as he leans in. “As long as I can call you my girlfriend, I do whatever... Whenever...”, he says jokingly as he places another butterfly kiss on her lips. “I cannot believe we are doing this right now.”

“Why not?”

“I wanted to be with you for so damn long...”

“I am yours now. So, don’t ruin it. Okay?”

“Do you think I am crazy? I waited almost fifteen years to call you mine.”, he says as he places a long kiss on her lips.

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shining-m00nlight · 3 years

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So I found this post by @igitnothin and it's bad. So let's work through this mess! You don’t have to go to the post it’s all here. I know it’s long but stay with me.

Things written like this = the original post

Things written like this = my thoughts

You know, I was just reading a post about Catelyn Stark, and why it’s so strange people don’t like her (because it is strange), and it kinda struck me a bit wrong. So I thought I’d just like to put this in perspective that may be from a bit of an atypical lens from most Catelyn discourse. First, pretty sure Cat stans think more and deeper about Arya’s and Cat's relationship and their view of each other than other people. And second saying let's look at this complex thing from the view of a child that doesn't have as much introspective as the reader feels kind of like a metaphor for why people don't like Catelyn.

Let's not look at the complex whole thing! Let’s rather look at this comlex thing missing information and context.

Imagine you’re a nine year old girl on your own for a little over a year. You’ve been hiding amongst criminals - murderers and r*pers - who would all hurt you in a split second, so you have to hide your identity, your gender, your everything. You’ve watched your father die. You’ve watched your friends die. You’ve watched your surrogate father die. You’re taken, enslaved, beaten, starved. You’re forced to watch instances of torture, of sexual assault, of cold-blooded murderer against toddlers and other innocent people. There’s literally no one there to protect you. No one cares if you live or die. You’re on your own, never if you’re going to live another day. None of this has anything to do with whether or not Cat is likable or not. But one question: Who is Arya's surrogate father?

You’re made into a child soldier, forced to bloody your hands, even though it hurts you deeply every time you do it. And you learn to numb yourself to it, to let the rain wash away the pain. You’re betrayed by one of your only remaining friends, then betrayed by a man you trusted. And then you’re kidnapped by the man you hate most in the world, and he scares the utter shit out of you. Again nothing to do with Cat just describing Aryas trauma.

But you keep marching on, because you know that, at the end of the line, they’ll be there. Your mother, (pointing out yourself she wants her mother)brothers. Only two of your brothers die along the way, and you never got to say goodbye to one. Your adoptive brother killed them. Not about Cat.

But your mother and your brother are still out there. You’re scared they won’t accept you, because of the blood on your hands. You’re scared they won’t want you anymore. You’re a traumatized ten year old, and you just want your family, but what you’re right? What if they don’t want you? These are very reasonable/real fears for a child but it's not Catelyn's fault. Of course she never told Arya "I still love you even if you killed people"

Cat would still love Arya but it wasn't a scenario anyone expected so of course Arya doesn't know what her reaction might be.

And guess what? You’re right! (What do you mean she's right? They still want her!) You find out your mother, after thinking you dead for a year, sold your corpse to the 22nd son of a Frey. (What corpse? She was known to be alive when that deal was made! Even Ned was!) A son who will not inherit anything. A son your mother has never met, (Oh fuck yeah! Cat should have really taken some time to get to know him. Maybe have a cup of tea together. Wasn't like time was important or that a lot of people don't get to know their children's betroths before making arrangements including Cats own father and Ned) who could be an abusive ass for all she knew (and, to your knowledge, who IS an abusive ass, because you’ve met, and he told you no one cared when your brothers died). Ok that is such fucking stretch.

Yeah saying that was an asshole thing of Elmar but ONE: kind of a true thing (people care less about servants in this world, Including most of the main characters)

TWO: Elmar was just as much a child as Arya, who just had been told, by his brother, that their house had been dishonored and who just got his dream of marrying a princess crushed.

He was asked what's wrong, told what was wrong and then got his hurt feelings belittled. So being a child that he is he reacts accordingly and belittles her pain.

Yeah it was rude and mean but it's not abusive. (Can't believe this turned into defending Elmar Frey) Also look at Arya's reaction, she tells him she hopes his princess dies! Elmar belittled someone's death and Arya's reaction is to wish death on someone that is not at fault for Elmars mean words. So after your logic Arya was just as abusive in this scene as Elmar was.

AND WHY DO PEOPLE ALWAYS SAY ONLY CAT SOLD ARYA. ROBB WAS THE ONE TO MAKE THE FINAL DECISION. AND THAT DECISION WAS MADE IN A DESPERATE ATTEMPT TO SAVE NED, SANSA AND ARYA HERSELF.

Your father buried his sister in the crypts beneath Winterfell, because that’s where she would want to be. You - the Northerner whose only hope for the past year has been getting home - will be buried a Frey, with no future and no chances. Yeah really that's bad. Sure Arya LIVING to be buried a Frey is much worse than Lyanna dying at the age of 16 because Lyanna at least got to be buried a Stark.

And completely ignoring that this is the fate of every woman. What did you want them to do? Oh I know! You wanted them to kill Jaime so the Lannisters kill Sansa and Arya so they can be buried as Starks before the age of 14! Because that’s better. That's what you meant when you compared those two scenarios, right?

"No future and no chances" The deal was made so Arya could at least live or not be a hostage forever. Also Arya has a father/brother in command over the biggest Kingdom they could take care of her should her husband not be able to. As long as Waldef Frey lives he would also take care of them. He might be a horrible person but he doesn't abandon family.

And why did she do it? Why did your mother abandon you to this fate, when you fought with everything you had to get to her? To get access to a bridge that Frey was already sworn to give her. Just because children marry doesn't mean you abandon them completely and never talk to them again.

So Arya doing things shows she's fighting to get to her family. But Cat doing everything to get to her daughters is not seen as that but seen as "to get access to a bridge" What the fuck! STOP SAYING IT WAS FOR JUST A BRIDGE!

Arya is fighting physically while Cat fights with politics but they are still both fighting!

Frey is not sworn to give the Stark shit. As you said before women become part of the house they marry into! Robb and Cat are Starks. By societal rules Cat is not part of house Tully anymore, not in a way she can speak for them and demand things of bannerman at least. Walder Frey is sworn to Hoster not Cat. And in any way that would be Freys fault for not honoring that oath, not Catelyn!

That, my friends, is why I dislike Catelyn Stark.

Your conclusion is not good! One of the biggest flaws however is that you basically say if you look at Cat from Aryas perspective you wouldn't like her. BUT LOOK AT ARYA! SHE LOVES HER MOTHER! So huh?

This long ass post is literally just "She sold Arya for a bridge to a 22nd son" but uses Aryas trauma and the ignoring context to stretch it longer and more dramatically.

#screaming in my room #neighbors getting nervous #i love her #catelyn tully #catelyn stark #game of thrones #asoiaf #ned stark #ned x catelyn #arya stark #robb stark #elmar Frey #walder frey #sansa stark #house stark #anti anti cat #anti anti catelyn stark #anti Catelyn Stark

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wevegottogetaway · 3 years

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Crashing into you

Sooo, I have no idea where this concept came from but here is you and Harry surviving a plane crash only to find yourselves stranded on an island (featuring best friends to lovers and who knows what else). There is more to come after this part, I’m just really busy with uni at the moment, so smaller pieces at the time it is. Please leave some feedback if you have any, or tell me what you would like to see happen in future parts! Happy reading xx

It wasn’t supposed to happened.

None of it was. Not the birds. Not the fire. Not the nose-dive.

And you weren’t supposed to be there either. Weren’t supposed to find yourselves floating 35,000 feet over endless stretches of sea when it happened. Not you and certainly not Harry whose presence was only the result of his boundless generosity.

It was a last minute trip on your part, an emergency response to the calling of a friend back in London; they’d gotten hospitalized and you were their emergency contact, pretty simple maths. Your assistance was irremissible and since it was cutting your time short with Harry, he didn’t hesitate before offering both his support and an express flight aboard some kind of private jet. None of you knew it at the time, but that decision turned out to be a twisted expression of serendipity, a very sick jock that the universe wasn’t supposed to make.

Except it did happened and there was no escaping the cataclysm that ensued.

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The cabin of the small plane is plunged in peaceful silence, the deep whir of its engines and the soft snores wafting through Harry’s nose the only white noises filling the space. There is no fussing toddler, no businessman talking loudly on the phone, no arguing couple; just you and Harry, one flight attendant and two pilots. Everything around you looks pristine and expensive, from the champagne you were offered but declined at the beginning of the flight, to the refined suede upholstery covering all the seats.

You’re not used to the luxury, and frankly, neither is Harry.

He doesn’t use private planes very often, doesn’t think it makes much sense to waste all that toxic kerosene when commercial flights do the job perfectly, and doesn't like how they make him feel like the diva some people mistakenly make him out to be. But for you he’d bend the rules. For you he’d bend over and backwards to assuage any of your pains and worries. You had been so on edge when you told him about your friend, so desperate to be there for them, he had just wanted to be there for you in turn.

That’s why the two of you hopped in this small aircraft nearly four hours ago, with his hand drawing comforting shapes on your back. Now, you find yourself absentmindedly nipping at your nails, overthinking ever possible scenario that could unfold once you land and find your friend. In deep conversation with your conscience, you’ve been looking out the small window to your right, as if any of the two blue immensities painting the horizon knew all the secrets that you needed. They don’t; if anything, they bring their own mysteries to an already confusing world.

The atmosphere inside the plane is so inert, it feels like someone pressed the pause button. The flight attendant has remained quietly by her station, waiting for any signal that would indicate her presence required, and the pilots haven’t piped a word since their polite ‘have a lovely flight,’ when you first boarded the plane. The little company wouldn’t bother you so much, if Harry hadn’t fallen asleep thirty minutes in, leaving you to your own devices. You figure you can’t be too grumpy about it though, he did just rent a plane for your sake after all. Plus, his unconscious state has allowed you to ogle his sleepy figure for hours without being noticed, a treat you’re rarely privy to on top of being a nice distraction from your current troublesome thoughts.

Three years. Three years you’ve been a very dedicated friend to him and he to you. Three years of holding each other’s hand through any hardships and laughing till you’re blue in the face; three years of always supporting each other in your craziest undertakings and inspiring each other to be the best version of yourselves. You two are an indestructible pair and your friendship is the purest, most sacred thing you were given in this world.

Except, it’s also been three years of mind-boggling and consuming feelings that can’t be quelled and have no limits. Three years of secret glances when he’s too focused on something else to notice. Three years of talking yourself down from those feeling, but to no avail; they keep coming back full force and with a vengeance. It quickly became a full time job really, an art you mastered over time. At first because he was happily in a relationship, so there was no speculating whether your affections could be returned. Then once that ended, you were already so wired to ignore the skip of your heartbeats when he looks at you tenderly, or the soft and sometimes borderline ambiguous cuddles he gives you when he’s had one too many Margaritas; that the fantasy of him loving you the way you do was just unfathomable, you never even considered speaking up about it.

But these were your three years, not his.

You let out a deep sigh, as your musings once again circle back to your unrequited love. You wish you had more control over them, could limit them to sleepy fabulation sweetening your mind right before you surrender to unconsciousness. But alas, them come and go as they please, slip into your mind at any inopportune time, often betraying you by pigmenting your cheeks in cerise-colored bashfulness. Even now, in the stillness of the pressurized cabin, as your eyes settle back on his slouched form in the seat opposite yours, your skin can’t help but heat up in fondness.

Before you can get too lost in the soft eyelashes caressing his cheekbones, or the cupid bow shaping his pink supple lips, or the way a few of his mischievous curls are dandling in front of his face, slightly fluttering at each soft puff coming out of his mouth…yeah, before you get too lost in all that, you reach for the small bottle of water sitting on a small table.

You barely have the cap unscrewed before a massive tremor shakes the whole aircraft, spilling half of the bottle’s content on your lap. Your hand immediately white knuckles the armrest of your seat, your eyes widening in fear and frantically scoping the cabin for the flight attendant or anyone that could tell you what the hell is going on. Then the panic pumping through your veins prompts you to check on Harry and wake him back to alertness, but to your relief, he’s already groggily shaking the slumber from his limbs with a deep frown on his face. "Wha’s goin’ on?"

If dread wasn’t firing each of your nerve-endings, you’d find his grumpy look and slurred speech quite adorable, but the sight of the frazzled-looking stewardess coming towards you is sending a different kind of chills down your spine. These people are trained to maintain composure in all circumstances, so her trepidation can only mean one of two things: she’s either very new at her job or there is clearly a cause for concern.

"You two need to fasten your seat belts immediately," she speaks hurriedly.

"Sophia, what’s going on?" Harry reiterates his question with more alarm.

"We’ve collided with a flock of birds. We don’t know the extent of the damage yet, so I need you two to buckle in."

You and Harry share a worried look then, still confused about the situation. The plane has regain some semblance of stability, it seems, but Sophia’s anxious behavior doesn’t sooth your nerves one bit. She makes a quick exit back toward the cockpit, probably to discuss the ordeal further with the pilots. You gulp your uneasiness away, fidgeting on your seat as your hands blindly feel around for the safety belt, but the image greeting your eyes as they veer back to the window has your heart dropping to your knees.

Lambent orange and red flaring from the engines and lapping at the wing. Black smoke leaving an angry trail behind the plane and fogging up the windows.

"Harry," you barely manage to breath his name out and the urgency of your tone has him straighten up in his seat. "Harry the wing is on fire." You twist your head back towards him only to find him jumping from his seat to plop down next to you. The absolute gleam of terror swimming in your eyes makes his blood turn cold, so he quickly takes your hand in both of his before glancing at the carnage taking place outside. He gulps in apprehension before buckling his seatbelt and checking that yours is clasped in as well.

"Fuck, okay, it’s okay, love. Everything’s gonna be okay." It’s more prayers than reassurances tumbling out of his mouth, squeezing at your hand in plea, and a couple seconds after his utterance the tremors resume with greater intensity. You both can feel the aircraft slanting downward as everything around you start shaking as though you were caught in an earthquake. Except, you couldn’t be further from earth at the moment, and the shaking is not going to just pass after a while.

Objects start falling and rolling down all over, the tray of complimentary drinks tumbling down from the back of the plane to crash at the front. You and Harry are wrapped up in a protective embrace, tucking your faces in each others neck to avoid impact and because you’re both too afraid to look at the unfurling chaos. You can feel your seatbelt straining against your lower belly in a dire attempt to keep you in one place, but as the plane starts plummeting for good, top becomes bottom, right becomes left, and your bodies become masses thrown around at the hands of gravity just like everything else.

The last thing you hear before everything goes south is a defeated ‘brace for impact’ coming from the small intercom of the cabin. You feel the brutal shock of the plane hitting smooth surface if it weren’t for the speed of the collision, and then it’s just water.

Water everywhere. Water enveloping your body in a frigid clutch, water weighing you down as it imbibes every fiber of your clothes, water invading your retinas and blurring your vision. Water seeping through your mouth, pouring into your lungs when you feel the skin at your shin torn by sharp metal.

You vaguely hear your name being shouted, but the shortage of oxygen in your system makes you feel delirious. At this point you barely have enough energy to fight unconsciousness, much less the threat of your crumbling surroundings. That’s how you don’t feel the hand grasping at your shoulder and hosting you up on a floating piece of broken wing. Harry is holding onto it for dear life as well, muttering more prayers and encouraging words for you to please stay with him but soon you are both overthrown by your unconscious, slowly drifting away on the makeshift buoy.

***

When Harry regains consciousness, the first things he feels is hard grounds underneath him. His ears are ringing, his throat is sore and his mouth feels dry, not to mention the splitting headache jackhammering at his skull. Groaning and frowning at the pain, that’s when he realizes that the ground against the skin of his cheek isn’t completely hard, but rather granular at the touch. Slowly, he brings his hands higher near his face and flattens them to hoist himself up. Once on his knees, he finally blinks his eyes opened, squinting at the blinding luminosity of the sun. And then it’s just sand.

Sand everywhere. Sand stretching miles into the distance. Sand itching at the joints of his fingers, sand creeping inside his shoes and clothes, sand weaving through his hair. Sand obnoxiously lingering on his lips, and as he tries to brush it off with the back of his hand, he has to spit some out of his mouth after realizing that said hand is also covered in it.

How did he find himself stranded on a freaking island? How did this happen? How could he be one minute safely by your sides, helping you through a tough situation, and then the next, thrown into the deep end - quite literally - scrambling for his life because some dumb birds decided to crash in the engine of the plane? Why him, why-

It’s a jolt to his brain then, an electric shock firing his body up to a standing position when the thought of you clashes in his mind. His breathing picks up considerably as he recalls the last time he saw you, passed out on the broken part of the wrecked airplane. He’d passed out soon after you as well, but what had happened since then? Had you find your way on this desolate beach as well? Or had your unconscious body slipped back into the water and sank all the way to the ocean floor until you reached that hidden museum of all the things and beings that fell victim to the sea?

Harry shudders at the thought. No. He’s not loosing you, now or ever, he convinces himself as he frantically jogs along the beach. Not when he never got his chance. His heart is lodged in his throat and threatening to escape at every passing second. Not when he still has unfinished, or rather, un-commenced business with you. Sweat drips down his face in searing droplet, a faint sting above his left eye barely registering in his frantic mind. Not before you know his last secret. His breathing is starting to get scarce until finally, finally his blurry eyes fall upon a figure stretched out on the sand, waves still licking at their feet. His job turns into a sprint as he begs for them to be you and for you to still be alive, desperate cries of your name echoing in the wilderness. "Please be okay, please be okay, fuck I need y-"

His relief is short lived once he takes in your passed out form, the blueish hue of your lips and the very lack of movement of your chest, twisting his guts in a painful knot. Harry abruptly falls to his knees next to you and brings his ear to your body hoping for any indication that you are still breathing. He fights the onslaught of hyperventilation that threatens to take over his body when he finds none and quickly checks your pulse at your carotid. His eyes pinch in brief respite: it’s faint but it’s there.

His brain almost goes into overdrive as he tries to recall everything he knows about CPR before his hands instinctively start pressing at your chest as though they already know what to do. It gives him time to absorb all the composure he can muster and think more clearly. He’s got to keep your heart going, that much he knows, and if you’re not breathing, it’s probably because you’ve got water in your lungs. Upon the realization he briefly stops the cardiac massage to pinch your nose and blow as much air as he can into your mouth.

For the next couple of minutes he does just that, alternating between insufflating oxygen through your mouth and pressing at your heart. His own breaks every time he pulls away from your lips and they still don’t pink back up to their usual lovely cherry color. Tears roll down his face in a constant flow, forcing him to wipe his face against the material of his shirt at his shoulder; there is no way in hell he is stopping his action for even a fraction of a second. He’ll die trying to save you before you die on him, and then he’d kick you ass from heaven down to hell for even thinking of leaving him behind.

All of a sudden you start coughing wet sounds from your throat, your body jolting from its spot on the sand. Harry’s never been so happy to hear someone choke (on water, that is) and as you turn your body sideways to let out all the excess of water clogging your chest, he closes his eyes and tilts his head back towards the sky in gratitude. "Thank you, thank you, thank you," he whispers out in relief, before regaining his breathing and focusing back on you. He draws soothing circle against your back as you cough the last bit of water out of your mouth, pushing your hair out of your face to give you space to breath. Lord knows you need it.

"It’s okay, pet. You’re okay, you’re alive. Fuck you’re alive, I can’t- please don’t ever do that to me ever again, you hear me?" He rambles at you as he cups your face with two trembling hands. He is in shamble in front of you, the high he was caught up in, in his order to save you finally dissolving and leaving only but shock and despair in its aftermath. You’d come this close to die in his arms, you both realize. This close from your life being highjacked from his in the middle of nowhere and the thought turns your blood even colder than it already is.

"‘kay, m’okay, Harry. We’re both okay," you reassure him too, and just hearing the sound of your hoarse voice is enough to calm him some. He brings you in a bear hug, tucking your face underneath his chin and draping is other arm over your back. You don’t hesitate before you return his embrace by wrapping your arms around his waist.

For a hot minute you remain intertwined in silence as you breath each other in and revel in the fact that you both survived the crash. Once your heartbeats have lowered down to healthier levels, you slightly part from each other and your eyes glisten as you lock them with his. "You saved my life, Harry," you whisper out to him with a tender caress at his cheeks, trying to ignore the small cut at his brow bone. "I just- thank you, thank you so much."

He answers with a small shake of his head, "don’t thank me, pet. I can’t imagine what I woulda done if y- if I couldn’t-" he struggles to let the words out and his face turns into a grimace at their implication. "M’just so relieved you’re alive, I’m the one thankful for that if anythin’," he ends up saying against the palm of your hand before leaving a small peck there.

As you move to stand up, you feel a sharp sting at your shin as soon as you apply pressure on your right leg. Looking down, you spot a gash at the skin, it’s not too profound that you won’t be able to walk, but it definitely needs tending to if you don’t want it to get infected. You let out a quiet ‘fuck’ in frustration before catching the look of concern of Harry’s face. "It’s fine," you brush it off, "just gonna need to clean it out. That cut on your face as well," you motion at his injury and he brings his hand up to feel out the cut in confusion. He hadn’t noticed the small wound, you realize. "Right, yeah," he answers after inspecting the patch of blood coating his fingers now.

Now that the shock of the situation is slowly dissipating and that reality is setting in, you both start thinking about the next course of action. You’re both alive and relatively unscathed, but now what? How do you get out form this place? Where even is this place? And how do you go home? It becomes increasingly obvious that you don’t have much resources and that you need some sort of plan if you want to survive.

"What about Sophia and the pilots? Do you know what happened to them?" you suddenly remember the rest of the crew. Perhaps they know more about how to proceed in such a situation. They might even know where you’re located, how far you are from home and what’s the procedure to ensure everyone’s survival and rescue.

"I dunno, love. Didn’t see them when we were in the water, I think they might have been on the other side of the plane," the somber look on his face betrays his pessimism as to their fate. They would be on the beach as well if they had survived. As the same reasoning courses through your mind, you look down in sadness at the vicious image of them struggling in the water before succumbing to the fatigue. Harry notices your pained expression and brings you back against his frame to leave a small comforting kiss at your hairline.

"Alright, it’s gonna be fine," you declare in pretend confidence. "People will start looking for us, right?" you try to make light of the conversation. "Hell, there’s probably going to be a whole unit created to find you as soon as we don’t show up in London and I’m sure they’ll find us fast." Hope is emulating in your belly where water had previously drown your vigor. You’re probably right; surely, if the one and only Harry Styles disappears in the middle of a plane crash, the response will be worthy of the man.

He doesn’t seem to quite share the sentiment however, if the small frown and nervous nipping at his lips suggest anything. "Love, I- Jeff’s the only one who knows we were going back to England. He might not notice right away." It’s his own fear talking, the idea that it might take more than a day for people to notice their unsettling absence.

On a normal schedule, him and Jeff would be in constant contact, sharing details for the next day’s agenda, planning tours, interviews, promotions and pitching in ideas for new projects, but be that as it may, Harry was currently on vacation. He’d taken a couple weeks off to relieve the pressure from the last busy months and catch up on some much needed time with you, and Jeff knew that meant a little less consistent contact for this break to be as rejuvenating as expected. Would he think much of the absence of texts from his friend? At some point definitely, but how long would it take for concern to replace dismissal?

Talk about rejuvenation.

"What about the plane company?" you ask, not ready to see your hopes dwindle down.

He seems surprised at the thought for a second before the anxious lines on his face smooth out some, iridescent eyes locking with your own in renewed faith. "You’re right, Jeff was the one who made the booking, so the company will have to contact him once they know about the crash." You let your lips quirk into a soft smile at his optimism before he adds, "we just have to survive until then."

"Right," you dial back on the heart-talking and dares your brain to recall any tips about survival behavior you’ve ever heard. "So we need find water asap and to make a fire before the night falls." You know water should be your priority, you have three days before you die of dehydration, maybe even less under this blazing sun. And despite behind surrounded by water, you know that the sea can’t help you with that. It’s quite ironic in a sense, you find yourself trapped by water, yet the biggest threat to you in that instance is the lack of water consumption. As for the fire, you also know temperature can drop very low at night in places like this and since you don’t have anything to bundle yourselves in, hypothermia is your second biggest threat.

Harry nods in approval before looking around. The beach is enclosed between the sea and endless stretch of luxuriant green tropical jungle. "Come on then, we should try and see if anything from the plane made it out on the beach. I think I saw some pieces earlier, maybe we’ll find something to store water." You think it’s a brilliant idea since you will need some kind of container should you be successful in your quest for water. And with that, you both start walking back towards the edge of the shore, Harry’s hand holding tightly to your shoulder keeping you close to him.

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